Oh to be a service pred...
Your prey leading you around on a leash as they go about their day. Not to protect other prey from you, not as some sort of power imbalance thing, but so the prey knows that you're always close. You're always one tug of the leash away, a simple pull against your harness or collar, and you'll be there for them.
You'll be there to hide them away, to comfort them, to keep them safe and close to you. With a few quick, loving swallows, they're yours. You could continue their day at their behest, but you know what they want. They need somewhere to rest, the only noise being your body's natural ambience welcoming them back home.











