Charlotte and Erza [R-18]

Marcus lay sprawled on his bed, staring up at the ceiling of his room, lost in thought. His familiar, the dark wolf, sat quietly by his side, his piercing Black eyes watching Marcus intently.

Ever since Marcus had summoned him, the bond between them had grown, and despite the wolf's quiet and imposing demeanor, Marcus could feel a strange comfort from his presence. The only thing that bothered Marcus was the lack of a proper name for his new companion.

Sitting up suddenly, Marcus reached out and gently held the wolf's face, looking deep into his eyes. "How about I call you 'Ric'?" he suggested, the name rolling off his tongue with an air of finality.

The wolf blinked for a moment, as if contemplating the name. Then, with a loud and approving "woof," Ric nodded his head in agreement, his tail thumping against the bed.

Marcus smiled, relieved. "Ric it is, then."