Akito bites, Akito growls, Akito’s a bad dog.

It’s so cold, the wind blows yet Akito can’t do much besides sit with the sheep like a good dog. Dammit! why’d they have to muzzle him? he wishes he could bite. Akito’s fingers are red from the cold yet they’re not gonna let him in.. he’s a bad dog and bad dogs aren’t let inside.

The sound of footsteps sends him into a state of panic. he’s hungry, please let it be food, he’s so hungry if he wasn’t muzzled he would’ve ate all the sheep by now.