pretty when i cry — joining

[arcy]

♡ Caboose probably wasn't the ideal person to encounter at the border as a first person or something. Not because he was intimidating or aggressive or anything. He was the opposite, really. The problem was that Caboose was not helpful. He wouldn't help unless prompted. And he was as dumb as a rock. Any questions would be answered simply, but they weren't satisfactory. Luckily, in a group this large, Caboose wasn't generally left to his own devices with people for long. Wasn't even usually there first. Or at all. Caboose didn't really approach often. Cause either way he'd end up just standing there or scampering off without a word. He didn't talk a lot of the time cause people didn't want him to. They scolded him a lot. Caboose didn't want to upset them, so he was quiet!
"Hi!! Hello!! Yes!! I live here!!" So, of course, here comes Caboose. The Golden Retriver stumbles over his paws approaching, and his helmet, round and blue and definitely weird, is definitely skewed, but he seems happy enough. Head held high as he stumbles to a halt in front of the much more regal being. Hey, did he actually live here? Well. He'd been here for enough nights, that was fine! In any case. He considers her, head tilted, but he doesn't really get anything out of it. She was pretty and she was a wolf and that's all Caboose got out of it. He wasn't very observant. Or smart.  "Did you ... Did you need something.' His voice is pretty flat, but that was just how he spoke. His tail is still wagging, friendly enough. Honestly, if it weren't for Caboose's experience in demanding why people were on their territory or whatever he'd probably be stumbling a lot more right now. But they barged into each other's bases a lot, back at home. So. This wasn't anything really new. And besides, she was just in the forest-border-place-thing!! Not even base!! That was cool!!