Scary dog privilege

Kaisel

He'd originally laid full trust in Remi because the man is clearly seasoned. He's beginning to wonder if the raccoon is...underseasoned though. He doesn't know the ins and outs of shifting, but he does know enough about it that the animal side has some tug on the human side, and he's starting to get a good idea about how much is being tugged about now. The previously vaulting woodland bandit is now a lumbering, sodden sack of fur that lingers unnecessarily over every apparant branch and bunch of soil or sand. "Do you actually know what you're doing?" Kaisel accuses behind him with a newfound doubt.

"Because I kinda looks like you're just mosying." The way a dog might when the weather's shit and it's early and you just want them to pee but they suddenly need to investigate every leaf and stone in a mile radius, despite never caring about that before.

Maybe he thinks he's done his due part in finding the collar? Kaisel shakes his head, stepping further into the jungle with another hollar for "Naaaaacho!". Subtle, but unmistakable, a distant bark answers back. Kaisel pauses, turning towards the sound, and releases a sharp whistle. Another bark rises. "Remi! Did you hear him!?" Excitedly he begins to dash through the jungle now, wading through leaves that grab back more than he'd like.

Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless

Code stolen from Queen Sky