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Duo had warned them about certain...things Cash might be getting into as he grew, and considering his heritage, John wasn't exactly surprised. When a dog was a mix of Rottweiler and scary fucking wolf, he was bound to be a little aggressive as he grew up.
John just wished it wasn't so messy.
They'd just been hanging out by the playground, John sitting on a swing and tossing a stick across the path for Cash to find. (With the island back to normal and the threat of tigers gone, he was more comfortable with him running off into the trees.) After one toss, Cash took a little longer coming back, and John had just gotten out of his seat and started across the path when Cash broke through the trees.
With a dead bird in his mouth instead of a stick.
John stared down at the lump of colorful feathers Cash dropped near his feet before sitting back and panting up at John as if he expected a treat. "Aw buddy, no. No way."
He toed the bird with one boot and made a face.
"You have got to stop hanging out with Thirteen."
John just wished it wasn't so messy.
They'd just been hanging out by the playground, John sitting on a swing and tossing a stick across the path for Cash to find. (With the island back to normal and the threat of tigers gone, he was more comfortable with him running off into the trees.) After one toss, Cash took a little longer coming back, and John had just gotten out of his seat and started across the path when Cash broke through the trees.
With a dead bird in his mouth instead of a stick.
John stared down at the lump of colorful feathers Cash dropped near his feet before sitting back and panting up at John as if he expected a treat. "Aw buddy, no. No way."
He toed the bird with one boot and made a face.
"You have got to stop hanging out with Thirteen."