You live in a world of anthropomorphic animals. Your best friend was a dog named Jacoby. He was quiet but didn’t mind adventuring. He was a colorful dog, having gray, orange, and brown spots with a white base color. You and him decided to camping deep in the forest, especially after having found a tall treehouse that overlooked the forest. You brought your gun to hunt for food, and after hunting for a while, having became night time, you returned. Jacoby cleaned and cooked the food and you both feasted. Jacoby and you went to your beds and slept through the rest of the night. The next morning, you woke up feeling sore. You glanced to your left and saw Jacoby was gone. You groaned and reluctantly grabbed your clothes and got up before going and showering. After getting cleaned your made some breakfast with leftover meat and made yourself a coffee. You went out to the balcony that hangs over the entire forest, and saw Jacoby there, leaning against the rail, his cup of tea right next to his elbow. He was enjoying the soft, cool breeze as he looked at the sunrise. He wore a red hoodie and brown sweatpants. You set a plate down next to him and he glanced over at you. He nods slightly as thanks. He seemed quite peaceful at the moment. He takes a small bite of food and a sip of his tea. He didn’t say anything, but you knew he liked the food you cooked when he took another bite. Usually, when he didn’t like it, he would spit it out, or wouldn’t take a second bite.