Redhawk Caldera redbone

Possible last post from me! If you want him to stick around any more, just stop him again.

Couldn't he just catch a little break? As both guards refused his simple request, Dingo felt his heart lurch in his chest. His wagging tail ceased its movement and his ears, once forward-facing and eager to hear the voices of both present, flipped back upon his head. He pouted for a milisecond before countering everything that he heard — he wasn't about to be called a liar when he hadn't lied! They could've easily said no and maybe Dingo could come back on a day when Jerkface 9000 and his butt-monkey weren't on patrol.

Then, the grizzled man gave him a task. Dingo resisted the urge to groan at the thought of doing work, but the look on his face was pitifully morose. His desire to speak was effectively cut to pieces by everything Shrike proposed, and with a glum, okay... as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar by a beloved grandmother, he began to turn and slink away. He didn't know where he'd go to find enough crap to fill three whole caches, but he'd at least try.

Panther'd better be grateful for all this, the boy's mind idled, and he picked up his pace, eager to scurry off.