Why even the slightest desire of feeling sand had ever been on his mind, he may never know. By truly experiencing the wretched sensuality of pint-sized grains of earth glued to your soft pads, Leroy questioned the sanity of those fuckwads whom appointed that desert as their home. Next up on the checklist was snow, though for now the petulant canine’s paws were the most comfortable in the rocky slosh of mud and soft blades of grass.

For one, the Tangler was wholly gratified about his decision to take a wee voyage apart from his irradiated marsh. The goals he had given himself weren’t fulfilled in the end, as someone willing to repair his jukebox wasn’t found - yet Leroy located another individual of gist. Axle, all chained up like a jailbird in confinement and in need of saving, had been in the right place at the right time. If the guardsman made the decision to drop by any other tribe, the liberated cur might as well have never tasted freedom again; until a later date, that is. Like mentioned previously, his intentions were not set on saving his comrade initially - in fact, Axle’s existence had been completely cut from Leroy’s mentality. But, he saw that someone he knew was deprived of aid, and he changed it.

Routine scents, those of which his wet snoot had gone nose-blind to, invaded his circular nostrils, causing the wolfhound to nearly gag. It had been almost two months since first joining Tanglewood - wow, two months already? - and during his time here, Leroy saw the fall of one leader and the rise of another, witnessed some deaths, encountered more mangled limbs than he had wished to see (that number involving his own), and apparently learned to ignore a sulphuric stench that would render a tot unconscious. Wincing at the culture shock’s grisly fragrance, the mongrel’s roaming came to a close on the border, or what he had presumed to be the border, of Tanglewood’s commonwealth, amber bulbs infatuated by the looming vegetation, though he tread no further. One watchful eye may catch sight of Axle’s absence, and the purpose of that was to avoid capture while fleeing those chasing quacks. They ”split”, as the mutt had put it. Now, they were supposed to regroup, however, Leroy knew not where. His position would not fluctuate however - the mutt would stay put until the sight or scent of Axle entered his system.

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