a bump in the night ;; joining

Arfur didn’t find anything intriguing or good about looking dead. From birth, the young pup knew nothing but looking of rot and filth. In fact, that was part of the reason he appeared here in the first place. It was one of the only places he remembered that he may be accepted. For someone to want such a curse? Well, that was beyond him.

Slowly maneuvering to the scene, the young pup cocked a brow in the direction of the stranger, his ears slightly pinned back. “Who are you? What do you want?” he questioned, eyes staring like daggers into the stranger.