β ... β Jingo covered his face, even if there was a small chance of him seeing her lifeless splat-mark in the grass Jingo didn't want to see it.
He breaks down onto the floor, down on his knees, his ears droopy and his tail stiff as a board.
βΈ»What was she thinking? Jingo had always thought something as simple as a sneeze could of been her undoing. This was the dog's fault, he'd manifested this to happen to Melody by thinking truth to power.
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That's when all of a sudden, he heard her voice.
β Melody!? β Jingo followed his ears for what he expected would be a tiny speck with an acorn top in the grass and sniffed his nose in the direction of her faint scent.
Being colorblind he's still having a bit of trouble finding her, but now he finally had the motivation to start moving around, stomping up a storm.
Eventually the dog got down on all-fours and starting to sniff around for a stronger variant of Melody's scent, βeverything increased by tenfold once he dropped down to all-fours.
Jingo was sniffing every blade of grass and every leafy stalk, his paw steps increased by four legs.
He trots around on 4 paws looking everywhere for Melody, βconstantly on the move.
β Melody! Say something else! β
Jingo sniffs more and more and more as if his very life depended on his nose sniffing grass.
