When Izan stepped through the door of his Hampstead home, a sense of relaxation washed over him.
"Guess that's what home does to you," he muttered before, but he didn't even get a full step in before a streak of white fur bolted toward him, nails clicking over the marbled floor.
Miko bumped into his shin with a soft huff, tail waving like it had been practising all week.
"I miss you too," Izan murmured, crouching to scoop the fluffy Samoyed into his arms.
Miko pushed his head against Izan's chest and let out a low, pleased rumble that felt almost like a purr.
The caretaker who had been standing near the doorway smiled as she stepped forward.
"He's been very good. No trouble at all. Ate on time, slept on time, no messes."
"I'm sure he did," Izan said as he scratched behind Miko's ear, earning a satisfied blink.
"Thank you for looking after him."
"It was a pleasure."
