Joseph runs up to Caesar with his leash in his mouth. The werewolf sits down, tail wagging, and drops the leash near Caesar’s feet. Then he starts barking, excitedly trying to tell the fae that it was Walk Time now. ((Werewolf Joseph))
Caesar tilts his head up, a small smile appearing on his face. He picks up the leash, wiggling it in front of the wolf’s face.
“Is this what you want? You wanna go on walk?” He taunts, floating up to scratch under his chin. Caesar takes Joseph’s face in his hands and fluffs his cheeks up.
“You deserve a good walk, as long as you don’t pull me too hard! I don’t want a repeat of last week where we had to go to the doctor for my shoulder,” At the thought of his poor shoulder, he rolls it back gently, “The doctor said I shouldn’t walk you until it’s fully healed but as long as you’re good, then what the doctor doesn’t know won’t hurt him. So are we going for a collar or harness today?”