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He did not like being carried and protested at first. Hot breath, the gentle clench of his loose fur, and swinging from side to side did not appeal to him no matter what exciting things awaited them. Tousaint was a homebody who did not want to explore, thank you very much- but he also did not put up a huge fuss. He stiffened and leaned to one side and another, silently making it more difficult to be picked up. 

He frowned deeply when his efforts were defeated and allowed himself to go limp, quietly resigned to be carried wherever it was they were going. 

He closed his eyes as he was carried, not willing to participate and keen on expressing himself in silent protest. 

When he was set down, he opened his eyes, squinting against the breeze. Despite the encouragement, he pinned his ears and pressed his face into Clementine’s fur, only to be gently nudged forward. 

He frowned. He would wait for the others to do all of the tasting and testing.