[It still takes far longer than it should, he ends up padding in the wrong direction for a time— but sooner or later, a dog trots up towards the temple. He's a medium-sized thing, slender but strong, his fur black with the occasional white markings. There's a rather jaunty scarf tied haphazardly to his neck, the fabric just a little too large to really suit him, and maybe that's why he attracts the odd startled exclamation or delighted laugh.]
where under there?
[He sticks close to the wall outside the temple, trying to be as subtle as he can while still furiously sniffing the air. It's so briney, not to mention all the people and animals and everything that clammers at him for olfactory attention.]
no subject
where under there?
[He sticks close to the wall outside the temple, trying to be as subtle as he can while still furiously sniffing the air. It's so briney, not to mention all the people and animals and everything that clammers at him for olfactory attention.]
i don't see you.