Fox's Glade Ruh roh, Raggy

It’s fine, dude. You’ll totally get use to this supa fast, and then you’ll be typing five billion and two words before ya know it :^)
Was going to wait for the other two to reply, but u kno I be impatient af lmao ALSO! You can do this nifty thing for ooc messages by typing [.ooc]words[/.ooc], but without the periods

Startled by the sudden appearance of another ‘yote—seriously, he was like the canine version of madafakan Harry Houdini—Raka stumbled back away from his new lover, landing right on his rump. He continued to sit there, brain very slowly trying to process what had just happened, before it finally clicked and his body jolted back up. You’d think he’d hit his head rather than his butt by the way he stood there with a dazed expression, the words spoken traveling in one ear and right out the other. He stared long and hard at the surprise visitor, wondering if he needed to take action against stranger-danger, until the words finally registered and he gave a lopsided grin. “Raka? Dat's me!” the yearling practically squawked, his lazy simper intensifying. Despite his reaction, however, the loser had yet to realize that the stranger wasn’t a danger at all, for it was none other than one of his homies.

Raka stumbled closer to the other, disregarding the courtesy of “personal space” and getting right up in his face. He studied him, eyes squinting as if that had some sort of sway over his memory. It wasn’t until he caught a nice whiff of the other’s breath that he figured out who the hell it was. “YO, SAVA? IS DAT REALLY YA'?” His mouth stretched wider than necessary as he spoke, unintentionally putting more emphasis on that fact that he was totally, one hundred percent surprised. “Sava, bro, ah' missed ya' so's much,” the boy insisted, completely forgetting that he’d seen him literally a day or two ago. Really, it hadn’t been long at all. Not even seventy-two hours went by with them being apart, yet to him it felt like an eternity—maybe two, possibly twelve, eternities. Who knew for sure? “You's kin't eva' leave again, coo', Dung Bread?” After giving Sava the same look he’d given Clarice moments ago, he pushed his front half from the ground and then draped his forelimbs over his friend’s back, yanking him into some sort of make-shift hug.

Perhaps he would have remained like that for a while longer, too, had he not recalled the presence of his fiancée-to-be. “OH!” Pulling away, he reversed himself back against the tree, gaze never leaving the face of his homeboy. “Dis be Clarice. She be hankerin' aftah marry me so's bad-assly, ya' gots' no idea,” Raka stated, twisting the truth just a wee bit. He leaned his ear close to the trunk as if he was listening to something, nodded, and then returned his attention to Sava. “She be hankerin' aftah marry ya', too, bro. WE KIN BE BRODER-WIVES!” Obviously, he didn’t quite understand the difference between a wife and a husband… okay, so, saying “quite” is being generous. To be brutally honest, he wouldn’t know the difference if it walked up and tea-bagged him right in the face. Raka’s parents never told him about those types of things.