"way down we go" ✭ tags ── It was not often that the wolfdog allowed himself time to rest. He didn't necessarily have any hobbies he fully enjoyed, so he was patrolling most of the time. Or doing something that reminded him of the life he was so used to. Except today. Today he was in camp, preparing his Halloween costume quite early. That was, until some mouse got a hold of his eyepatch and ran off with it. Thus ensued a chase. Most people saw a somewhat large canine running after a small mouse with a black accessory. ”Get back here, ya wee thing! That's mine!” He snapped, huffing as he kept running. All around camp. For a simple part of his costume.