Safe… The creature liked being so safe. It remembered when it was constantly in danger of dying, but it rather not recall that life and did not need to think about it.
It still remembered when it used to be powerful; people feared it would hurt them.
Then, the creature lost that power and it feared people would hurt it.
Eventually, the creature had found the young person and her parent person, so it no longer missed that power.
But if that power ever came back, it would never hurt them.
They keep the hurt away. They keep the hunger away.
The young person keeps the seclusion away.
In the very soft nest, the nourished, drowsy creature was awoken by the outside wind of the freezing sky-ice. It resounded a rumbled sigh. It felt so full. So warm.
Safe.
It stretched as an incentive; wriggling until it was lounging bloated belly up. The creature knew resting on its back made it very vulnerable. But now, it didn't mind being so helpless…
"Okay, Min. One more tummy rub."
He really didn't.