TIDES • ollala

A ginger and soft smile permeated the young pup’s lips as his leader acknowledged him. It had been hard for Arfur to gather their attention, this much was true. After all, Ollala appeared to be a rather busy individual. Leading a band of rogues was difficult, and although Arfur couldn’t say he knew so for certain, he assumed that he was correct. After all, people were tense and wished to do harm unto others. It was a principle the young child hadn’t yet grasped, but he supposed that he’d figure it out eventually. With the environment the young member was in, he had no choice.

As the large beast moved onto his level, Arfur’s skeletal tail lifted and began to wag furiously. Then, he offered the beetle to Ollala by gently placing it upon his nose, should he allow him to do so. If successful, the child would admire his handiwork rather proudly, a soft giggle passing his lips.

“You always seem so busy! I brought you a buddy so you are not lonely!” he proclaimed.