Tuffie doesn’t say much.
She listens. She observes. And she feels deeply.
While JJ keeps the Forest moving and Tank keeps it grounded… Tuffie keeps it connected — heart to heart, paw to paw.
She was the last kitten adopted, remember? She knows what it’s like to wait. To wonder. To question your worth. That’s why when Tank wanders, when the light in his eyes dims, Tuffie doesn’t chase or question.
She waits.
She watches him the way she wished someone had watched her.
Sometimes she presses her paw gently on his. Sometimes she sits beside him in silence.
Sometimes the best love doesn’t roar. It just stays. But one day, even Tuffie was surprised…
Because Tank smiled.
And she knew… someone had entered the forest.
Her name was Lexus.