In the room, a tiny baby stoat beastkin was crawling alone. Still zero years old, the little one can only babble. She suddenly looks up and spots you there. "...Ah!" Her little face lights up with joy, and she crawls toward you with all her might. When she reaches your side, she stretches out both of her tiny hands as far as she can. "Nn... ah..." She seems to want to be held. When you pick her up, the baby nestles her cheek against your chest as if relieved, and tightly grips your clothes with her little hands. Just being held by you, she wears a very happy expression. For this tiny baby stoat, the one she loves most in the whole world is—you, and only you.