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It was a relatively short journey to the place where Sambo wanted to go, if he had been going the right way in the first place the two tokos would have been there before noon. Now with a good half a day wasted and the sun already past its midpoint, Sambo and Croft were hopelessly lost in seemingly the middle of nowhere, at least that’s what Croft assumed of the situation. The piebald tokota sighed, hunching her shoulders uncomfortably as she walked in an effort to annoy her red-brown companion.

“Do you even know where you are going Sambo, we have been past this rock formation at least three times already” Croft chimed, putting her paws on the nearby rocks, causing several of them to topple over from her weight. Sambo growled, hesitant to look back at the female tokota. He risked a quick peek over his shoulder, only to find Croft destroying a structure of rocks that he had never seen before. Sambo groaned internally at Croft and snorted as he brought a red paw to his face.
“What are you doing?” he raised his brow questioningly, pondering at the completely idiotic nature of the blue eyed piebald sometimes. Sambo wandered over to her and tapped Croft on the head rather harshly with his extended paw. Croft recoiled instinctively but Sambo went no further, already ignoring her by beginning to walk away again. “O-oi Wait up” Croft did her best to fix the crumbled rock tower with her paws before quickly trotting after Sambo.

Nearby as they walked the blue eyed piebald could hear the gentle trickle of a river, while she could not see it at the current instance. She knew they had to be close to some source of water. Sambo had been quite harsh with his conditions on letting her travel with him, one of them being she had to keep up or he would leave her behind. Sambo and Croft had been nonstop walking for hours and Croft never had the chance to actually get herself a drink, more than few times than Croft would like to admit she had been tempted to drink from shallow and muddy puddles but soon decided against it when a frog jumped out at her face as she’d leaned down.

Suddenly excited by the possibility of water nearby, Croft went ahead of Sambo, speeding off around the corner. Sammy was quick enough to grab Croft’s tail, before she fell into the river and complained for the rest of the time about being cold. Croft’s feet slipped on the wet rocks and she fell in anyway, accidentally dragging Sambo down with her. Sambo was smart enough to head for the riverbank immediately, Croft not so much. She was pretty much flailing around in the water madly, with a roll of his eyes Sambo trudged back into the water and guided Croft back to the safety of the riverbank. With the now wet tokotas heaving themselves back onto the dryer of the smooth rocks, the sun warming them both through their heavy fur.

After what seemed like forever, it was actually only a few minutes of silence, the piebald tokota finally picked herself up off the ground and shook out her wet fur to dry it quicker. When the red-brown male didn’t move from his current position Croft thought that the best idea to make him get a move on would be to jump right on top of him, Unfortunately for Croft, it seemed that Sambo was expecting that, at least a little bit. He simply rolled out of the way as the piebald bounded towards him, causing her to jump right back into the clear water of the sparkling river.

Sambo seemed at least somewhat pleased with the results of his simple trick of which his human handler had dubiously called ‘roll over’ He’d never actually thought it would come in useful for anything other than pleasing his handler. He chuckled lightly to himself, his still damp fur clinging to him in an unpleasant way. By the time he had stood up to go save the piebald from drowning again, she had already somehow saved herself, seemed suspicious to the red-brown tokota as apparently she wasn’t able to swim a minute ago, yet seemed pretty capable of it just then.

Sambo snorted, flicking his tail with a huff, “Come on Croft, I will and are going to leave you behind again” he said again with a sigh, it was not the first time he had started to ditch her either. Croft barked, her newly soggy fur slowing her down somewhat more than it was before, hurriedly she re-shook herself to rid herself of most of the water that was currently clinging to her fur. By the time the blue eyed piebald had a chance to look up again, Sambo was gone from her field of vision. “Huh?” Croft looked around the small expanse filled with a sparse amount of trees a few rocks and barely anything else capable of hiding a full grown adult tokota, she was confused on where he could have disappeared to so quickly.

Taking a step in the direction that seemed most likely for them to continue going, her head turned as she heard the snapping of a stick nearby and she presumed that it would be where Sambo was hiding, little did she know that the red-brown tokota had continued up the trail, effectively actually leaving her behind for once. Croft snuck up on the place where she heard the crack of the stick, ready to pounce onto Sambo and give him a piece of her mind. With a low growl she jumped over the bush, startling a skunk and causing it to spray her with its stench. The piebald coughed loudly as the skunk bounded away in the distance.

Croft immediately stated to run off in the opposite directing of startled skunk, unintentionally rushing past the red-brown tokota she was looking for before she got attacked by a skunk. Skidding to a halt in front of him, Sambo covered his nose as soon as he got a whiff of the revolting smell. The piebald hung her head low, sighing as her eyes watered a little bit from her own odor “I got sprayed by a skunk” Sambo pointed back down to the river with a free paw. “Listen, you need to get back in there and clean yourself of that terrible smell, because there is no way I am travelling any further with you smelling like that. Croft treaded back to the river, Sambo following an unnecessarily large distance behind her, his paw covering his nose the whole time it took to get there. The piebald tokota jumped into the sparkling water a little more dramatically than Sambo would’ve liked and the splash from her ended up getting him as well. Sambo snorted, clearly displeased with the piebald’s playfulness. “ Just hurry up and finishing cleansing yourself, jeez”

After Croft had thought she had rid herself of the smell, the red-brown tokota still refused to be anywhere near her, even after she had washed several times. The sun was already beginning to set by the time the piebald got out of the water and the two tokotas ended up going back the way they came, losing themselves again somehow, revisiting the rock structure Croft had destroyed earlier in the day and heading home in what was presumably the way back, according to Sambo anyway.

Description
It was a relatively short journey to the place where Sambo wanted to go, if he had been going the right way in the first place the two tokos would have been there before noon. Now with a good half a day wasted and the sun already past its midpoint, Sambo and Croft were hopelessly lost in seemingly the middle of nowhere, at least that’s what Croft assumed of the situation. The piebald tokota sighed, hunching her shoulders uncomfortably as she walked in an effort to annoy her red-brown companion.

“Do you even know where you are going Sambo, we have been past this rock formation at least three times already” Croft chimed, putting her paws on the nearby rocks, causing several of them to topple over from her weight. Sambo growled, hesitant to look back at the female tokota. He risked a quick peek over his shoulder, only to find Croft destroying a structure of rocks that he had never seen before. Sambo groaned internally at Croft and snorted as he brought a red paw to his face.
“What are you doing?” he raised his brow questioningly, pondering at the completely idiotic nature of the blue eyed piebald sometimes. Sambo wandered over to her and tapped Croft on the head rather harshly with his extended paw. Croft recoiled instinctively but Sambo went no further, already ignoring her by beginning to walk away again. “O-oi Wait up” Croft did her best to fix the crumbled rock tower with her paws before quickly trotting after Sambo.

Nearby as they walked the blue eyed piebald could hear the gentle trickle of a river, while she could not see it at the current instance. She knew they had to be close to some source of water. Sambo had been quite harsh with his conditions on letting her travel with him, one of them being she had to keep up or he would leave her behind. Sambo and Croft had been nonstop walking for hours and Croft never had the chance to actually get herself a drink, more than few times than Croft would like to admit she had been tempted to drink from shallow and muddy puddles but soon decided against it when a frog jumped out at her face as she’d leaned down.

Suddenly excited by the possibility of water nearby, Croft went ahead of Sambo, speeding off around the corner. Sammy was quick enough to grab Croft’s tail, before she fell into the river and complained for the rest of the time about being cold. Croft’s feet slipped on the wet rocks and she fell in anyway, accidentally dragging Sambo down with her. Sambo was smart enough to head for the riverbank immediately, Croft not so much. She was pretty much flailing around in the water madly, with a roll of his eyes Sambo trudged back into the water and guided Croft back to the safety of the riverbank. With the now wet tokotas heaving themselves back onto the dryer of the smooth rocks, the sun warming them both through their heavy fur.

After what seemed like forever, it was actually only a few minutes of silence, the piebald tokota finally picked herself up off the ground and shook out her wet fur to dry it quicker. When the red-brown male didn’t move from his current position Croft thought that the best idea to make him get a move on would be to jump right on top of him, Unfortunately for Croft, it seemed that Sambo was expecting that, at least a little bit. He simply rolled out of the way as the piebald bounded towards him, causing her to jump right back into the clear water of the sparkling river.

Sambo seemed at least somewhat pleased with the results of his simple trick of which his human handler had dubiously called ‘roll over’ He’d never actually thought it would come in useful for anything other than pleasing his handler. He chuckled lightly to himself, his still damp fur clinging to him in an unpleasant way. By the time he had stood up to go save the piebald from drowning again, she had already somehow saved herself, seemed suspicious to the red-brown tokota as apparently she wasn’t able to swim a minute ago, yet seemed pretty capable of it just then.

Sambo snorted, flicking his tail with a huff, “Come on Croft, I will and are going to leave you behind again” he said again with a sigh, it was not the first time he had started to ditch her either. Croft barked, her newly soggy fur slowing her down somewhat more than it was before, hurriedly she re-shook herself to rid herself of most of the water that was currently clinging to her fur. By the time the blue eyed piebald had a chance to look up again, Sambo was gone from her field of vision. “Huh?” Croft looked around the small expanse filled with a sparse amount of trees a few rocks and barely anything else capable of hiding a full grown adult tokota, she was confused on where he could have disappeared to so quickly.

Taking a step in the direction that seemed most likely for them to continue going, her head turned as she heard the snapping of a stick nearby and she presumed that it would be where Sambo was hiding, little did she know that the red-brown tokota had continued up the trail, effectively actually leaving her behind for once. Croft snuck up on the place where she heard the crack of the stick, ready to pounce onto Sambo and give him a piece of her mind. With a low growl she jumped over the bush, startling a skunk and causing it to spray her with its stench. The piebald coughed loudly as the skunk bounded away in the distance.

Croft immediately stated to run off in the opposite directing of startled skunk, unintentionally rushing past the red-brown tokota she was looking for before she got attacked by a skunk. Skidding to a halt in front of him, Sambo covered his nose as soon as he got a whiff of the revolting smell. The piebald hung her head low, sighing as her eyes watered a little bit from her own odor “I got sprayed by a skunk” Sambo pointed back down to the river with a free paw. “Listen, you need to get back in there and clean yourself of that terrible smell, because there is no way I am travelling any further with you smelling like that. Croft treaded back to the river, Sambo following an unnecessarily large distance behind her, his paw covering his nose the whole time it took to get there. The piebald tokota jumped into the sparkling water a little more dramatically than Sambo would’ve liked and the splash from her ended up getting him as well. Sambo snorted, clearly displeased with the piebald’s playfulness. “ Just hurry up and finishing cleansing yourself, jeez”

After Croft had thought she had rid herself of the smell, the red-brown tokota still refused to be anywhere near her, even after she had washed several times. The sun was already beginning to set by the time the piebald got out of the water and the two tokotas ended up going back the way they came, losing themselves again somehow, revisiting the rock structure Croft had destroyed earlier in the day and heading home in what was presumably the way back, according to Sambo anyway.