Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-37629772-20190728214440

The Werecat knew that 'three' likely meant 3 years. He pondered how the two dogs could still be believing that their owner would come back after such a long time. "I guess they think that denial and hope are the same thing..." Bounced around the werecat's mind.

"Um..." The werecat didn't knew what to say, and to be honest, what could he say? There were two dirt covered and hungry dog mamono that wouldn't believe him when it came to their owner. All he could really do was give them some of his food. Just because you live on the sidewalk, dosen't mean you can't be charitable.

"...So-"

He stopped mid sentence when he noticed some clumps on kobolds body. It was hair, clumps and clumps of hair. She had some serious matts that looked like they were either gonna get an infection or get tangled on something and cause her some serious pain.

"Hey, I know this will sound weird..." The Werecat said while scratching the back of his head.

"But I think you need someone to groom you, it's not looking good.."