originally posted in:The New Dojo
He would spot a kid who looked to be around nine or ten roaming about in the woods, a brown cloak wrapped around his shoulders. His hair was orange and his face blasted with freckles. His eyes were a dark brown and he looked to be searching for something.
"Bob!? Where'd you run off to?" He shouts, not having seen the Australian yet.
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The Australian simply looked toward the dog. "Alright, Bob...time to return to your owner." He whispered to the arctic fox, before looking toward the boy.