click/space i have chosen to interpret its form as a greyhound his name is Finn he’s a sad boi but keep him close and he’ll try to love and trust you ——— “Oh, but you have so many things already. Are you’” —Maze pushes the crate up the small ramp with difficulty— “...are you quite sure you need more?” Fin sits on the edge of the ramp, waiting to grab the crate. “I’m not sure of anything, really.” He says as he grabs the handle and attaches it to a rope. “Maybe I should let go, right? But then I know they...” Finn holds up his front paw. “Well I’m not sure-“ “-of anything, yes.. I heard you the first time.” Maze nudges the big crate onto the trailer. “No need to repeat yourself, really...” The pair walks slowly through the grassy fields, hoping to get back to their homes by sundown. Finn mutters to himself the whole way back, and Maze tries not to turn in his direction. Every time he says something about Maze, he would say a thousand apologies, before turning away. “Hey, Finn...” Maze says, tapping him with his paw. “We’re almost back.” “Oh.. are we...?” Finn looks around. The sun is setting over the grass, but beyond that there are lights and good smells coming from the east. “We should stop and eat, then. We’ve been out since noon and i didn’t eat before we went out.” “Well, Finn, I agree with that. Food, first. Then we haul these boxes back to your house.” Maze pushes Finn forward, bringing them both to the village. Once there, the pair bought big meals, leaving the crates unattended outside. It just so happens that there is a wolf who decides to walk by and looks through them for valuables. As he opens one of the boxes, the distinct smell of mint comes out of it. He opens it to find peppermints and many packs of paper... In the other smaller boxes, there are other items, like rags, pens, and more candies. Useless items, the wolf believes, and he closes the crates and moves on. The pair comes out of the restaurant, finding that the crates had been disturbed. Finn rushes over to them. “Maze, Maze...” he whispers as he digs frantically through the items. Maze comes over and looks over his shoulder. Out of the box, Finn fetches a necklace, wrapped tightly in the peppermint wrappers. “Maze, it’s still here!” Finn exclaims. “I told you not to leave these crates out in the open.” Maze says. “But no one would steal from a crate of paper and peppermints, huh?” Finn puts it on to be safe. “I have to keep Vec’s things safe. Especially this necklace.” “Vec doesn’t need any more things to hold onto. He already has all that money.” Maze days, shaking his head. “Still, he means the world to me... I can’t let him down.” Finn whispers. “I know, Finn. You talked about him all the way back here.” The sun is close to setting, and lights are starting to dim in the village. The two walk back to Finn’s house and store everything where it belongs.
