WITH FEELING // SAGE TRYOUT

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]From the time that Garrett had showed up in The Typhoon, all he had felt was anxiety. It wasn't the fault of anyone here, really, but the dog had spent his whole life away from the world, and now that he was thrown into it, his heart was trying to beat out of his chest. It seemed as if nobody had noticed, the way the fluffy puppy had slipped between paws and never spoke a word. For a while, he had even drifted back home — or as close to it as he could manage to it. The scents that would guide him there were faint now, and he was too far away to hope of catching it now. Like it or not, this was the place that he would need to be. So for the last few days, he had skirted a little bit closer, and then closer again. Today was the first day that he would truly jump in again, and considering that Pip had been someone who greeted him kindly the first time, he's the least terrifying. And also the closest in age. So here he was.

Maybe it was good timing, too. Though the injury was nothing worth causing a fuss over (he'd been hurt far worse back home), there's a mostly-clean cut on the inside of his leg that still stung sometimes. Maybe it would be a good idea to bandage it up. That's what mom used to do, at least. With his head a little low and expression a little shy, Garrett pushes closer and perks his ears as best as he can with one still mostly floppy. "I'll volunteer," the boy offers, lifting his paw up to show the injury. "I trust you."