KEIBU KEIOIBA Wants a Hug

Deep within the Whispering Forest, where the moss is as soft as a dream and the air smells of wild honey, lived Keibu. He was a giant of a man, with the powerful shoulders of a champion and the magnificent head of a tiger. His fur was the color of a setting sun, striped with shadows. Though he looked like a warrior of old, Keibu’s heart was as gentle as a falling leaf. He spent his mornings whispering to the bluebells and treading softly so as not to wake the sleeping bumblebees.