The Last Ember Pup: A Heartwarming Tale of the Forgotten Fire Creature

Hi. I am the last ember pup, Flint

Legend says I was forged in the final breath of a dying star. That my bark can awaken volcanoes. That my paws leave glowing prints on the coldest stone.

But here’s the truth?
I’m also scared of my own shadow.

Yes, I was born of flame. Yes, I radiate a small but constant heat. Yes, I once accidentally melted a cookie jar. But deep inside this molten core is a dog who just wants two things: snacks and someone to tell him he’s a good boy.

People used to call me a fire demon. Now they just call me “uhh can you not burn the blanket again.”

I have big eyes because I see into other realms.
I also have big eyes because I never learned how to blink properly. It's fine. Totally fine.

Sometimes, I howl at the moon and it howls back.
Sometimes, I get zoomies and forget I’m flammable.

But you know what? I’m still here. Glowing softly. Living my ember life.
Wagging my tail like a flame in the wind.

And if no one pets me soon, I might explode.