#dynadubwool 01

Snap! The long bundles of wool over Wooloo’s ears bounce, frozen beautifully in gentle curves midair, but the shot is slightly off-center. Snap! It smiles with its eyes, and its foreleg leaves the ground, and snap! -- now the whole fluffy body is caught in motion, running in springy circles around its trainer’s feet. Todd sits back on his heels in the tall grass, lowering his camera as the boy’s legs obscure the Wooloo’s face.

He watches idly for another moment, and is just about to snap another shot as the Pokemon rounds its trainer again, but pauses when he sees the human looking his way. There’s not much on this side of the path besides trees, grass, and Todd, and he offers a mareepish smile when he realizes he’s been caught.

✧*:･ﾟ| THE open ocean is no place for a sheep.

HE does not know how well sheep could swim, or if they even could swim, having never seem them in a location such as this ever before in his old age. Heavy fog CLINGING to the ocean's surface, rolling out oppressively over the salt waves. Crashing against rocks, and amidst it all — the single mess of wool.

WAVES part beneath him as he dives, arms wrapped around the animal as he pulls —- a ghostly grunt in the back of his throat as he exercises his strength. Even under these mind altering effects, there's COMPASSION towards animals locked within his drowned heart. He did not expect to struggle with holding such a precious living being for long, however, waterlogged his seemingly permanent state may be.

❝KLEIN schaap … Please do not move so much … ❞

LITTLE sheep, he affectionately calls the animal, only loosening his grip when they reach the shoreline. CAREFULLY putting the animal down somewhere beneath the pier. Wind howls, lashing autumn rain cuts to the bone. A spectral figure he cuts despite his kind words. Droplets are shaken from his beard as he shakes his great head.