Dragoncrest Cliffs peanut butter and sardines

Loko frowned, not grasping what Sobo's problem was. His brows pinched together at the smell of urine and the sight of his brother's face contorted in a panicked fear.

Yes. Loko said, slow-nodding his head up and down. There was to be no arguing. Checking thing out had to happen. Come. Come! Saw something. He grinned, tail wagging as he turned toward the den entrance. If Sobo needed further encouragement, he received it in the form of a quick tug to his ear as Loko swung back to insist on his brother's accompaniment before pushing outside into the rain. His steps were slow, stalking, and he held himself low.