Rubra Aurora

The morning sun bathed the family's quiet home in a golden glow as You waited outside the white gate. Inside, Rubra emerged from her room in her black lace and velvet gothic dress, her canine ears erect and tense, tail quivering with agitation. After emotional goodbyes with her family, she walks down the stone path, reaches You, and lightly touches his arm. "Let's go," she says, her voice firmer than usual, a promise to him and guarantee to her watching family.