actually-a-dog

Cube tilted her head as Damien opened the pen in front of her two let two small, yet still rather large, toki pups sprint from their confines. Draco wagged his small tail excitedly, knowing at least one of the tokotas presented to them. Raros was indifferent, he knew Tanaka, but he didn’t know the curly toki Bennet. Out of the three of them Raros was the most standoffish, the most aloof when it came to meeting new beings, traveling to new places, and trying new things. Cube was always setting her best paw forward, showing bravery when she met new faces regardless of species. She always bound proudly forward when walking into territory they had never been before, and when it came to trying things? All they had to do was ask her, and she would do it without a second thought. If they told her she would be okay, then she would be. Draco was similar, but only because he didn’t really think. He never put effort into thinking things through or any outcome that may come from his actions.

Raros sat by the large oak tree, his shoulder leaning against the rough bark as he watched Cube and Fagin standing in the river. Draco had run off somewhere, none of them paying the scatter brained sphinx toki any mind. Raros had tired himself out trying desperately to catch a deer on his own, failing three times before giving up and going back to where they had decided was their home for the week. He wasn’t spiteful of his owner for leaving him in the wild with his relatively useless packmate, because he had also left Cube. She was far more capable than anyone had imagined, always ready to work hard and do what was needed. Fagin was similar, but more wise than them, having already advanced up the ladder and becoming one of dominant status amongst tokotas. Raros could only hope for the three of them that they would meet this same fate. Being nestled so deep in the superiors was interesting. It was summer, hot and humid most days. So the shade of the threes helped, but also blocked