01-17-2019, 12:40 AM
JUST STANDING WAITING FOR THE PUNCHES
Tomorrow wasn't much of a people person; people were scary, and difficult, and weren't eager to be understood. Dogs were easier to understand, he knew how their minds worked and he knew they wouldn't change their opinion on him unless he genuinely did something wrong.
He'd been surprised at Flintlock's, erm, rather lackluster training for their canines. They'd come when called and were loyal to a point, but their energy was bursting with nowhere to go; it was kind of sad in his opinion, and he had started spending a lot of his spare time with the dogs instead of trying to socialize with the other humans of the lodge.
Right now though, he was sitting wedged in a windowsill, looking outside at the snow and forest. Claire was napping a few feet away, while Jeremiah gnawed on the flesh-stripped femur of an elk. His attention was caught when he saw Hayley, stumbling through the snow being dragged by four dogs. Tomorrow frowned, watching for a minute before standing up and heading outside, his companions hot on his heels when they realized he was leaving.
"Miss Hayley, do you need any help?" Tomorrow asked, shrugging on a coat as he hurried into the snow after her. His features were drawn into a concerned frown, and he offered a hand to take some of the leashes if she'd allow him to.
Claire and Jeremiah were quick to run up to the other dogs, yipping and sniffing at them. Tomorrow was tempted to whistle at them and call them back, but he remembered the dirty looks he'd garnered during the meeting when he'd done such and refrained.
He'd been surprised at Flintlock's, erm, rather lackluster training for their canines. They'd come when called and were loyal to a point, but their energy was bursting with nowhere to go; it was kind of sad in his opinion, and he had started spending a lot of his spare time with the dogs instead of trying to socialize with the other humans of the lodge.
Right now though, he was sitting wedged in a windowsill, looking outside at the snow and forest. Claire was napping a few feet away, while Jeremiah gnawed on the flesh-stripped femur of an elk. His attention was caught when he saw Hayley, stumbling through the snow being dragged by four dogs. Tomorrow frowned, watching for a minute before standing up and heading outside, his companions hot on his heels when they realized he was leaving.
"Miss Hayley, do you need any help?" Tomorrow asked, shrugging on a coat as he hurried into the snow after her. His features were drawn into a concerned frown, and he offered a hand to take some of the leashes if she'd allow him to.
Claire and Jeremiah were quick to run up to the other dogs, yipping and sniffing at them. Tomorrow was tempted to whistle at them and call them back, but he remembered the dirty looks he'd garnered during the meeting when he'd done such and refrained.
'cus it don't make a difference anyway
tags - 26yrs - 6'1 - he/him - representative of fl
tags - 26yrs - 6'1 - he/him - representative of fl
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