RONIN
"Hey, whoa!" He can't help but laugh as the large paws press to his shoulders and an enthusiastic tongue licks his forehead, and for a second he's there, in control, mastering the emotion in lieu of something he wants to do instead. Then Tobi is gone again and Ronin really has to consider not dumpster diving for cinnamon buns; he drags himself to his feet and leads them to the doors of the clinic before he can change his mind.
It's as the canine darts forward only to bolt away again that he lets it all go, heading out into the square and shivering at the brisk, Leafchange wind. Then Ronin is off, shifting mid-run, hooves hitting the stone and propelling him forward after Tobi. Half an hour, five minutes, it doesn't bother me, he decides, tossing his head and positively prancing after her.
It's as the canine darts forward only to bolt away again that he lets it all go, heading out into the square and shivering at the brisk, Leafchange wind. Then Ronin is off, shifting mid-run, hooves hitting the stone and propelling him forward after Tobi. Half an hour, five minutes, it doesn't bother me, he decides, tossing his head and positively prancing after her.
