all my competition saying what we gon' do

He was taking a short break from his duties, collecting a few necessary supplies to squirrel away where no one would easily find them. There was a very specific variety of stone he needed to get his paws on, so he could buff away calluses as they began to form. Soft paws were key to the bulk of his work outside of training the pudgy princess, massages and pampering were best performed with pliant pads. He'd scoured the shoreline, but most of the stones near the water had been worn smooth by the tides. By the time he'd elected to give up his search, the sunset dappled slave was encroaching on lunch time. Fuck. Precious hunting time had been wasted searching for his own supplies, and he had neglected his primary duties. A scowl affixed itself upon his dainty features, auds tipped back against his skull without being entirely flattened. Slender limbs pulled him across the plains at a steady lope, keeping away from the well traversed paths through the tall grasses in the interest of avoiding notice. Skull hung low betwixt narrow shoulders, slinking towards the remnants of the pantries in search of something to scrounge up for the princess' lunch. Lean meat, perhaps some jerky to chew on while he snagged her some fish or a hare in the meantime.

Entering the common grounds found him passing a familiar coat pattern, pale alabaster dappled in shades of red, orange, black, and grey. He was nearly struck dumb by spotting the woman, transfixed by the existence of another native of Nippon within the same pack that had claimed him. Sea foam eyes blinked once, twice, and then cut away demurely. "Apologies for disturbing you, miss. Please ignore my interruption." he crooned in their native tongue, before slinking past with his tail neatly tucked partway between his dark thighs. He prayed she wouldn't scold him for accessing the stores, skimping on the duties he'd been given as a condition of his continued existence. As he assessed the larder, he was distressed to find it almost entirely empty. The princess had not been kidding when she mentioned they had recently suffered a blow to their food stores for winter. She would have to wait on her lunch until he could catch her something to eat.

Emerging from the pantry, he blinked against the change in lighting. A chill wind whipped across his thin frame, and he scrunched up his nose. Many of the small game would be hiding from the cold soon, burrowing away for the winter. Best to get to work. The ebony waif slipped past the other koi marked wolf, dipping his head politely as he did.