[12th stolen journal]

[goldenpathredux]

[Well, that was pretty quick. Leto's back after only six hours. The Malnosso tested his resistance to his one big weakness: water. This caused some of the sandtrout to go skittering off of his skin, to parts unknown. So he's lying in a clearing at the foot of the mountains, completely drained, with sandtrout-shaped chunks missing from his skin. He'

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[Voice]

[divinepooch]

...Aroo?

[Ammy here wants to find out where you are.]

[Voice]

[goldenpathredux]

An...animal?

[currently holed up in a cave at the western foothills of the mountains. Follow the scent of blood and cinnamon.]

[Voice]

[divinepooch]

[The scent of blood should be enough of a clue, so she'll follow that. And wow, cinnamon. Does this guy eat cinnamon? She wonders. Meanwhile, she's carrying the journal in her mouth, so her noises are muffled.]

Maroof.

[Voice]

[goldenpathredux]

[When the doggy approaches, his crysknife's in his hand in a flash. Even severely wounded, he's a dangerous enemy. He's from a wild planet and his enemies once tried to use trained animals to assasinate him. Then he notices the journal in its mouth. Oh no, what if it ate the kid?]

Yuri?! Are you alright?

[Action]

[divinepooch]

[Whoa whoa, wait! She drops the journal and keeps herself tensed and ready, but she'd like to prove that she's harmless. And that she didn't eat anybody. People taste bad anyway.

So she sits and tilts her head.]

Aroo?

[Action]

[goldenpathredux]

[That's not how they usually react. And its got wings. Huh.]

Can you understand me? If...you can...shake your head.

[Action]

[divinepooch]

[Head shake in what seems to be a nod. Please don't knife me. You look like you're in bad enough shape...]

[Action]

[goldenpathredux]

[He lowers but does not drop the crysknife. Conditional trust.]

If...you've harmed Yuri, I will...spill...your water. Have you?

[Action]

[divinepooch]

[Another head shake, this one side to side to say no. She doesn't even know who Yuri is. Except for that one guy with long black hair. But I just drew glasses on his face.]

[Action]

[goldenpathredux]

[Ok, he sheathes the crysknife. He holds his hand out for her to sniff, fingers curled in.]

I don't suppose you can tell me your name.

[Action]

[divinepooch]

[She can probably write it, but only if the person is insistent. It's fun to be nicknamed, anyway. But she steps up to him and sniffs his fingers, making sure to keep her movements slow.]

[Action]

[goldenpathredux]

[Christ, who's calming who down here? Anyway, good doggy. Pat pat.]

You're quit the instructive little fellow. Until I can get your real name out of you, i'll call you...Muad'dib. It's a word in my language that means 'educator'.

[You are now named after his dead father. Welcome to Leto's sense of humor. Suddenly he realizes how exhausted he is and sits back down.]

[Action]

[divinepooch]

[Hahaha. So funny. But when Leto sits back down, Ammy takes a couple of steps forward to him and nudges his hand. Are you okay? Is there anything she can do?]

[Action]

[goldenpathredux]

[He weakly scratches the pooch behind the ears and thinks. If anyone can find a burrowing animal, it's a doggy.]

You seen...anything looks...smells...like this? [He holds his other hand out, where sandtrout fused to his skin remain. They're about a foot long, leathery little things.]

[Action]

[divinepooch]

[Yeesh. She sniffs at the sandtrout, then gives a quiet bark and takes a step back. She hasn't seen them, but she could smell them faintly as she made her way to him. And she is a digging champ in Nippon.]

[Action]

[goldenpathredux]

That's...most important. Just need them back. They like dry places...protect them from moisture.

[Realizing something: Dog on spice trip=bad]

Oh and...don't put them in...your mouth. Just...bark or something. Or call...Cloud with th'journal.

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Much appreciated...