#beetle.

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Lumbering lummox of a dog explores the library area as his human speaks to another human. They sure did like to stand around and say words at one another, didn't they? Boring! Go exploring, like Beetle! The mabari peeks his head into each nook that he approaches, curious as to what could be around every corner. Head pokes into a random nook and he stops. There was a person in this one, minding his own business. Hello, human! My human calls me Beetle, so that's who I am! Would you like to shake hands?

A ball drops at Lyna's feet before he's looking up at her, expectant. Throw it, please! Although he may be a war hound, bred for their intelligence and ferociousness, he was still a hound. Dogs have needs. Fetch was calling his name. Throw! Stump of a tail wags so hard and fast in anticipation that his entire back end wiggles. Beetle even assumes the ‘play’ position, hopping up before landing in a bow. Please throw now! The suspense is too much!

Garrett's haggling with a merchant and Beetle's scoping out the marketplace. If he --- the dog! --- appeared pathetic enough, sometimes someone tossed him a literal bone. Beetle would very much like one of those right now, please, thank you! The hound is strolling down the street, trying to decide who was best to beg at, when something hits the ground. Ears perk up and he freezes, just like he does when someone throws something for him to fetch as a surprise, but this was no game of fetch. Something had been dropped. Beetle is a good boy! Beetle will return it! The mabari scoops the object up in his mouth before bounding up to the unsuspecting human, a "boof!" sounding in his throat to get their attention. Hello! You dropped this! Reward for Beetle? Beetle accepts bones!

On the otherhand, the disabled part of me insists the better question is “would you still love me if i suddenly woke up a beetle?”

The mabari is sniffing around the garden as his human collects herbs for potions. Which was all well and good, but it didn't leave much time for attention! Beetle stop this and Beetle stop that. He wants to help, even if the herbs weren't good for him to be biting. The war hound never had been good at keep still. Approaching the flowers toward the middle, he studies them before picking one and carrying it around in his mouth. It made him look handsome! When he spots the Inquisitor, though, he trots up to her, tail (or lack thereof) wagging so intensely that his whole body moves. Beetle knows her! She's everywhere, very important! Here, have a flower!