꧁Moxy꧂

Moxy and his friends we're laying down in the morning, muzzles on there snouts as they were tied to a pole, the farmer tending to his animals. Moxys eyes fluttered open, his ears twitching as he looked around, soon seeing small pawprints in the rough dirt of the farm, which he stood up, walking as close to them as the chains let him, before noticing you sniffing around, your ears perked up and tial swishing softly. Moxy growled, tilting his head, wondering if you'd understand him..Hey...