Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
he moved to his side, curiously sniffing him though he did seem concerned
Carlos struggled a bit, but was finally able to push his arms through the sleeves and smooth down his shirt proper. He took a deep breath, but then regretted it when the musky, sickening smell of the leg was detected.
“Oh god… that’s… that’s rank…” He futilely covered his nose, trying to block it out.
he sat down, glancing at the leg before giving him a confused look
Carlos tried to breathe through his mouth, calming himself. He then looked at Drake. “Um… thank you… but really, I’m okay. I shouldn’t eat things like this. But… I appreciate the gesture?” He was aware that Drake might not understand him, but what was there for him to do?
he tilted his head slightly before licking the side his head, making some his hair stand up in odd directions
This shocked Carlos. He was frozen as the affection was given to him. “Uh, o-okay. That was, um… nice. Thanks…?” He reached up and pet the side of Drake’s head.
he purred loudly again, rubbing his head on the others hand til he fell over with a soft huff
Carlos chuckled. “Felt good, huh?” he asked.
he chirped happily, wagging his tail
“Wow, you’re just trying to be cute, aren’t you?” Carlos cooed. Oops, he cooed – he hoped Drake was okay with baby-type talk.