Hideaway Strath he's not imaginary, he's a real boy!

Couldn't wait to post!

Tapat often liked to help his pack. He wasn't very good at keeping to his tasks though. His short term memory loss would distract him. So while Tapat was around the borders he might have gotten a task or he might not have gotten one. He was just tracking all the scent marks because well, those were very strong. Somehow Tapat thought there was a point to it. He knew not to cross it, he would get lost. That he did remember. It was how he got here though.

He lifted when he heard a howl. Strangers! Interesting. Tapat moved forward with his tail wagging. He saw two wolves up ahead and jumped forward. He let out a yip and his tail was heavily wagging. One was probably never greeted so enthusiastically as now. Tapat had forgotten that strangers should not be greeted in that way. There were two males, however, time stopped for Tapat when he saw the gray colored male. He was so pretty.

Tapat felt a bit flustered now, ducking his head a bit. The boy was rather submissive and should never ever be at a border, or do a border patrol. He was basically like the average golden retriever. "H-hi!!," he let out, tail still wagging a mile a minute.