08-11-2018, 08:00 PM
It must’ve been a rough patch of days for Morgan. He recently got back from traveling all over, just in time to be promoted to leader. Not only that, though, as in the last meeting, the pooch had revealed all the rank changes, promotions, and news he had been stirring up. Which had begged the question: where the hell was Beck? He kinda just ditched, it seemed. Oh well. In the wake of all the confusion, Morgan was doing the best he could, and that was all Tanglewood needed right now.
Cleanup wasn’t a job that suited Leroy. Not that he was lazy, but similar to cooking, the mutt was much better at breaking than fixing. Yet, once again he had to step outside his comfort zone to help the folks here, this time clearing all the trash from the shore’s water. The wolfhound paced towards the bags, grabbing one, subsequently gazing into the offal-brimmed water. "There’s a lotta shit here!" he vulgarly thought aloud, staring at some lone driftwood floating along. It would be work, yet that’s more than anything that happened since he had gotten here.
Not waiting for Malphas or Morgan to begin, he would stride towards the shoreline, grabbing some sea glass for himself first, then starting the process of filling his bag with waste.
Cleanup wasn’t a job that suited Leroy. Not that he was lazy, but similar to cooking, the mutt was much better at breaking than fixing. Yet, once again he had to step outside his comfort zone to help the folks here, this time clearing all the trash from the shore’s water. The wolfhound paced towards the bags, grabbing one, subsequently gazing into the offal-brimmed water. "There’s a lotta shit here!" he vulgarly thought aloud, staring at some lone driftwood floating along. It would be work, yet that’s more than anything that happened since he had gotten here.
Not waiting for Malphas or Morgan to begin, he would stride towards the shoreline, grabbing some sea glass for himself first, then starting the process of filling his bag with waste.