*At the entrance that connected the kitchen to the living room stood the embodiment of pan dulce. She held a brown paper bag filled with various sweet breads in her arms as she looked upon the new room with slight nervousness. She'd never left the kitchen in her short time at the house, but she was on a mission: to find the owner of a dog that'd been sneaking off to her bakery every morning*
*She wandered the living room for a while, receiving some kind greetings from the objects that resided there and was soon directed to an inanimal rescue also located in the room. The objects informed her that if her furry friend were to be anywhere, he'd be there. She thanked them for the advice with some bread and soon made her way towards the rescue*
- @dulce-pana
Bork!
*There’s little pitter-patters and a soft bork before a familiar brown fabric dog slips through the doggy door attached to the rescue’s door. He approaches the object with a wagging tail, sniffing the air.*