so rose tinted - open; pond

Honestly, Arvid found the prospect of owning another animal as a pet to be pretty intriguing. After all, where did one draw the line between one animal being sentient, and one animal being a pet? One could say that sentient animals were able to talk, but that wasn't always true. There were plenty of mutes out there, or those that had been rendered as such through injuries or trauma. He supposed it was all just a matter of brain power, although even that was a bit iffy. If he considered himself to be more intelligent than others, he didn't consider them to be any less sentient. Either way, it didn't matter all that much at this very moment. He hadn't encountered any creature thus far that he wanted to keep as a "pet," with the closest thing he had ever come to one being his experimental mice. And he was fairly sure a pet owner wasn't supposed to feed their beloved little angels poison, so he didn't really think that counted.

Regardless of his own opinions on pets, the canine did have to admit it was exciting to see what Sojourn had chosen to take on as her own little companion. Or, well, relatively little. It didn't surprise him that it was something carnivorous and intimidating, considering that certainly seemed to match the kingpin's nature very well. Much like Angel, Arvid had a grin on his muzzle as he approached, watching the waters with interest. His tail wagged a bit behind him as he spoke, the dark shape within the pond keeping his sole attention, for the moment, "Well... that's certainly an interesting choice, Sojourn. I like it, though. Not only is it good companionship, but it's useful as well!" If he ever needed to get rid of the evidence of something, he certainly knew where to go. Of course, that only led him to wondering – how long would the carnivorous fish take to consume something like... a fully grown feline?

i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass