Cedar Sweep Half Algorithm, Half Deity

The dog rolled onto his back with a weary sigh, abandoning any pretense of aristocracy as he let his head rest on the ground. He folded his forepaws together, contemplation flickering in his pale gaze.

Ah, he mused, voice slipping into a soft, lingering cadence, that is a good question, isn’t it? Let me think… He lifted his paws close to his muzzle, squinting thoughtfully at the ceiling as if the answer might be written in the shadows above. After a long, silent moment, a glimmer of something—revelation, or perhaps bloodlust—sparked in the shattered-glass eyes.

Would you, he began, consider staying still long enough to collect something on my behalf? Berries, perhaps? I believe the ones I’m after can be found near the grove where I first stumbled upon you.

His gaze drifted to his hind leg, which he extended delicately, showing off the collection of scabbed-over teeth marks oh so graciously gifted to him by the storm man. Of course, I would fetch them myself, but as you can see, I’m somewhat… indisposed. Such tasks are a bit beyond me at the moment.