Yogi

we dropped of the car and crashed into the couch exausted. (we spam the teleport)

A golden brown dog, with white winglike spots on its shoulders, runs at us wagging its tail. (oooh this place is niceeee. now where's the food?) ok. were the dog come from?

fauna shows up and says: his name is yogi. I figured y'all could use some company that wasnt like you. *

fauna looks lost in thought.*

(I wonder if we could change that about him...)

authors note: btw I based this off my old dog who got killed by a car the night before we moved. (it was july fourth. 7-4-20 when that happened.) )