He strut along the border with pride that was wholly undeserved. Having followed his daddy on many a border patrol, Angel thought he knew what he was doing. As far as he knew, patrols consisted of nothing but lots of walking and occasionally stopping to pee on tall things. He was getting pretty good at the latter; not once today had he lifted his leg so high that he tipped over and peed on himself. It was a good day.
A small form came into view and the boy froze. Caught off guard by the sudden appearance, Angel frizzed up like a dandelion. His nose started to quiver as his eyes stayed locked on the slightly taller form of the unknown boy. He'd never actually encountered someone on a patrol before, so he didn't know how to proceed. What would daddy do?
Approaching slowly, Angel stopped and turned to face the other boy when he was directly across from him. Unknowingly, he'd even put the same amount of distance between himself and the border. "Hello," he said simply, eying the other. "Why are you on that side of the markers?" It was dangerous out there. Didn't the boy know that?
