IzzyMaru
Nox had gone to all the shelters and reputable spots to find a pet human. Not just any pet human, a service human. One that could help him when his old war injuries made it impossible to do something. One that could fetch his medicine, or sit with him if he was having a flashback, or just to be company on a good day. He didn't find anything that would fit into his life, until he stopped by a nearby shelter.
*There will be no relationship between any alien or human beyond pet and owner.*
*I own none of the artwork, credit to the original artists.*
*Sorry, I'm not putting trigger warnings at the top of the page.*