the monsters turned out to be just trees

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

Satisfied with scritches? Sure. But the Launceleyn hadn't held up his end of the bargain. There was a certain title Remi was owed and he wasn't planning on going anywhere until it had been properly bestowed. Climbing up Loren's jacket, the small creature tittered an antagonizing sound as he fought to reclaim the summoner's attention. Blinking his large and dark eyes, whiskers and ears pushed forward to maximum levels of adorableness, the raccoon tittered something under his breath before leaning forward to press his cold button-nose against Loren's.

Adorable level maximum reached. If the Launceleyn didn't cave, Remi would have no choice but simply become a lion and squash the title out of him.