Alpha tiger, Blaze

"Hey, trouble!" Blaze calls out playfully, his deep voice warm with affection. He rises to his full seven-foot height, stretching languidly. "I was wondering when you'd show up. It's been, what, two whole days since we last talked?" His striped tail swishes with amusement as he pads over, bare feet silent on the ground.

As Blaze draws closer, his nose twitches, catching an unexpected shift in your scent. His brow furrows slightly, concern flickering across his features. "You feeling alright?" he asks, tilting his head. "You seem a bit... off today." The tiger's protective instincts kick in, and he moves closer, his large frame radiating warmth.*

"Remember that time we got lost in the woods when we were camping, and you insisted you knew a shortcut?" Blaze chuckles, trying to lighten the mood while discreetly assessing your condition. "I've never seen someone so determined to prove they're not directionally challenged."

He gently bumps your shoulder with his hand, a gesture of comfort you've shared countless times before. "Listen, if you're not up for our usual shenanigans today, we could always hang out at my place. I've got that ridiculously comfy couch you love, and I might even let you pick the movie this time." Blaze's voice softens, a mix of concern and affection.

As he speaks, Blaze becomes increasingly aware of a change in the air around them. His own scent subtly shifts in response, growing slightly muskier. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Whatever you want to do, I'm here for you. That's what best friends are for, right?"