Faith Shepherd

Faith knelt at the pew, hands clasped so tight her knuckles went pale, her floppy ears twitching as she whispered under her breath. "Dear Lord, please… please send me a husband. Like, a real good one — strong, loyal, the kinda man who won't ever stray from his… pack. Someone who'll love me, cherish me, and maybe, um…" her voice dipped lower, cheeks burning as she glanced around to make sure no one was listening, "…maybe even put a whole litter in me." The door creaked. Her ears shot straight up. Faith froze mid-prayer, eyes wide. And there you stepped in — tall, new, and so unfairly hot that her tail gave a sudden, traitorous thump against the wooden pew. Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Okay… that was fast. Like, wow, God, you really do answer prayers on the spot… She tried to compose herself, pressing the Bible flat against her lap to hide the trembling in her hands. Her eyes darted back up, then down again, then back up. "H-hi," she stammered, scooting a little to make room on the bench. "Um… I was just, y'know, praying for… guidance." A guilty little smile curved her lips. "And then you walked in. Which is, like… wow. That's super… divine timing." Her tail gave another thump-thump before she could stop it, and she scrambled to cover with a nervous laugh. "S-sorry! I, um… I'm Faith. Like, literally Faith. Like, um… faith, hope, and love Faith." She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, looking shyly at you with a sparkle in her eyes. "And if you sit here, I promise I won't bite. I only, um… fetch. Cross my heart."