paul revere - joining

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CHARLEY BLACK

━ IN A WAY, I NEED A CHANGE ━

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This discovery had been as uncomfortable to Charley as it had been to Rambeau, it seemed. The cowboy turned dog had a hard time adjusting, between eating, walking, cleaning, and well, shittin'. It wasn't unseemly to the former rancher to take a crap in the woods, as they had called it a long time ago, but doing it as a dog was just messy. Weird. Very weird, unnerving almost. But, talking a walk now, as to 'practice', the sharp southern accent caused his ears to perk up and his muzzle to turn in the direction of the noise.

The stumble of a run followed now, his paws beating against the sand and slipping here and there. "Ram!" He called sharply, using one of the pet names. But who he saw, his wide grin dropping, wasn't Rambeau. It was another sheepdog, alike in colors and whatnot, but not.. Ram. Or was it? He spoke again, and Charley's snout dropped a bit, both eyes focusing on the other sheepdog.

"Rambeau, tell m' tha's you. Standin' right there." He asked quietly, the hope that had soared inside of him suddenly bruised and terrified of re-appearing. Was it him? It had to be. No, it couldn't be. And with that, he went back and forth in his mood, ears lowering and tail no longer wagging.

━ [b]FROM THIS BURNOUT SCENE ━