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    she was the tag along, spiritually connected to chica no matter the distance or how many times olive came back. even though her memories were drained and the old soul was coming back as a blank canvas, she still was drawn to the ring leader. big brown eyes scanned the horizon as she skidded to a hault near the couple, tumbling into them before she finally came to an abrumpt stop. a wet pink tongue slipped out from her maw as she sat up and instinctively looked at chica, and then wolf, and then barked. her tapered brindle tail wagged violently before she rolled over and exposed her soft underside.


    olive didn't understand what they were doing, but she sure was glad to be out of that nasty basket. it felt good to stretch her legs and breath in air that didn't smell like ammonia, and it felt good to be around her new friends to the point where she could barely even contain her excitement. it was only a count of three seconds before the thick mutt threw herself to her feet and began to sprint in circles, floppy ears bouncing with each step until she crashed into one of the redwoods and began to whine uncontrollably and frantically backing up until she could wedge herself between her two companions.

    she was scared. no, she was more than that, she was petrified. the thick brindle mutt literally had a golden puddle beginning to form around her back legs as she had poked her thick skull out of the basket. it was cold, and she was alone. utterly alone. no mom, no siblings, and she had a lot to begin with. eleven, to be exact, all looking rather diverse.


    her dark colored eyes were wide, permanently stuck in a shape that caused her to seem sad. and she was. she was sad that she was alone, and sad she was stuck in a basket that she couldn't escape out of. the seven or eight week old brindle mutt did her best to chew out of the enclosure, only finding herself to have slivers in her tongue and lips. it hurt, and there were stars of blood forming at the wounds. she pipped in pain as she bumped her mouth against the side of the basket as she attempted to turn around, which more or less caused her to appear as some kind of contortionist. the basket was inhumane for a dog of this nature, even if she was still nothing more than a baby.


    constant whines and barks erupted from the basket as she attempted to sound for help. there was simply no way she would be able to slip out from this basket on her own. surely she would starve if not found, though dehydration and being poisoned by the stench of her own urine and feces would come before that.



    in another attempt, the porcupine lipped looking pup would jump straight up, causing the top of the basket to slap against the top of her head, only to come crashing back down. another piercing whimper would part her lips, her body began to shake violently almost immediately after the crash. her chicken legs trembled under her weight of fear and she collapsed, finding herself covered in fecal matter.


    it felt like an eternity, if the youngster could even comprehend time at this age. she did, regardless. it was growing darker by the second though she would only be able to tell if she poked her head out from her cage. her coffee eyes would look up at the lid and she would force a blood curdling and ear piercing cry as she attempted to rock side to side in hopes to topple the basket. it was a failure and left the pup covered in ever more excriments, and left her exhauseted to the point where she just laid down, stuck her pin tongue out, and panted.


    the pup was forced to give up on herself.


    /omg just act like olive was dead and gone for like a while.... I'm sorry but I didn't have the muse to go through with that @'INU' ily and please don't post until CHICAGOCRIMES replies guys but feel free to track

    the child didn't understand words, but had found herself following everyone else to this tea party. without manners, the raggedy clothed child would bounce over to the table and dig her teeth into it only to retreat after she found it to be an unpleasant taste and texture. after figuring this out for herself and losing interest in the table, the dark haired girl with olive skin and freckles would run over to the stranger with pink tipped hair and attempted to climb up ther leg like a jungle gym, glaring up at him with wide coffee brown eyes and a toothy grin.

    the multi colored mutt tore through he garden, finding herself in the area komaeda had been pulling weeds. the pup stuck her black nose into the dirt before beginning to bite and dig in the area, consequentially bringing up the weeds with ease, as well as a plume of dirt which she aftwerwards rolled in.


    after that toll of excitement was over the pup would shoot herself up from the ground and throw herself onto ko, raining them in dirty kisses and licks before she pulled away and barked, lowering her front half in a playful demeanor and wagging her tail like a mad woman. a second after the act, the pup turned tail and attempted to tackle sae.

    her legs pushed and pushed until they couldn't push no more. sae was simply too strong for the pup, so with her head still pressed against his paw, she plopped down with a grunt before flopping down onto her side and panting. it wasn't until another noise hit her ears, and the noises seemed to be coming from jello. of course she didn't know anyone's names or understand their language, but a few of the sounds she could kind of mimic. names just weren't one of them.


    instinctively the small canine lifted to her paws and dashed by sae, most likely spraying them with an absurd amount of rocks as she kicked them up with each step, only to find herself hurdling towards jello with her pink tongue slipping from her lips.

    she was conflicted. should she run up and attack the stranger with licks and kisses, or instead run away in fear? she would probably do the former. wide brown eyes locked onto the cheetah and the pup dropped down to a stalking stance, though her tail stick straight up and her footwork was sloppy. the seven week old pup decided after taking three slow steps that she should begin to sprint, thus ending in the brindle mutt hurling herself at the much larger feline. if successful she would crash into their legs, rump pointed up into the sky and the majority of her weight on her shoulders.

    she didn't understand the noise that escaped jello' mouth, but she did know that she wanted to be there. the young pup bounded over with her deep brown eyes gleaming, mud clinging to her pelt. she yipped and sat before her, tail wagging like crazy as she could barely contain herself

    she was the first to approach the ambassador, her body crouched sloppily in a stalking stance as she crunched her way towards the bengal. the pup giggled and pushed off from her stance, only to bounce the remaining distance to them with her tongue slipping out the side of her mouth. the brindle mutt wiggled her way into his lap, or at least attempted to. if successful she would most likely squish the ally due to her sheer mass. she was small but pretty heavy for her size.


    the dark masked pup yipped and attempted to slather the stranger with licks and kisses before finding herself uninterested and instead rolling over and pressing herself into the earth. a plume of dust rose from her location as she writhed in the dirt, finding entertainment in the simplest of things, before getting distracted once more by the cat on the border.