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Handler name: Wylde
Tokota Import: Diet Coke 15788

Themes featured and brief summary of how they are explored:

Prompt: Patience

After accepting a pup-sitting job, Diet Coke is forced to deal with the ridiculous exploits of rambunctious puppies. His patience can only reach so far, but thankfully Nukka can rescue the old man before he finally snaps.

+5 - Canon Location: Olikpok City

+5 - Starter [Mascot]: Nukka 62259

+5 - Short Story

Word Count: 603

It wasn’t very long before Wylde was fortunate enough to find his kick-start toward his business. A bit of money on the side, provided he keep an eye on three troublesome pups that the landlord had, while they renovated the building. Wylde eagerly accepted, dragging Coke into it happily.
Wylde hadn’t considered, however, that Coke was only good with pups that showed a semblance of respect. In Asgard, pups knew to respect the elders and most importantly, not tug on ears.
On the day the construction started, they met at the biodomes in the far east of the city. Wylde happily greeted the three thrashing puppies, lovingly named Skiull, California, and Brawler. They were rambunctious, tug-happy standard tokotas. Coke stood to the side, looking down toward them with curiosity and a faint look of worry. The landlord shook Wylde’s hand, and helped usher the three wigglies into the northmost biodome.
Inside, the air was warm and slightly humid, the sound of birds and running water was a welcome one. It was like a home away from… Wylde felt a knot in his chest. A home away from Asgard. He held onto Coke’s mane, as he often did for comfort. The three pups ran forward and began yipping up a storm, running through bushes and between the trees. Coke sighed, beginning to chase after them. Wylde let go quickly, as to not be launched forward and dragged. The collie laughed gently, trotting behind.
WHAM!
Three pups suddenly yelped loudly in surprise, and a deep bark of annoyance. Coke bursted past the bushes with a look of fear- Only to be met by a sleepy, annoyed, and rather irritable Nukka. She’d recovered well from the goring of the stag, opting to stay in the city for the time being. She had clearly been sleeping when the three pups rammed into her, leading to one pup being flung into the air and the others yelping and skittering after their ‘sibling.’
With a whine and a lick to the chin, Diet Coke apologized to Nukka. He explained softly why they were there, as Wylde made it through the brush, “Oh jeez, what happened here- Oh! Nukka, it’s you!” He jogged over, looking her over. “You healed up so well, were you just sleeping? Poor dear, I’m so sorry the pups are so loud!” Nukka glared back in response. He let her go.
Coke slowly wrangled the three small tokotas together, and away from Nukka. A small pond lay beside the cobbled path, in which Coke readily plopped down to keep an eye on the pups and- Oh, he suddenly was very not excited about this job. Skiull, seeing an opportunity, grappled onto Coke’s right ear and tugged with her sharp puppy teeth. California flopped down against Coke’s side, beginning to howl loudly and extremely high pitched. Coke resisted the urge to fling both small females into the pond, twitching with agitation.
Wylde laughed, laying down on his stomach to help with the job at hand, only to get the male pup crawling up onto his back and nipping at the shifter’s tail. Wylde chortled in laughter, always enjoying the company of the young tokotas.
Nukka, with her nap disturbed, sat idly by, staring at the group with dripping annoyance. It was ridiculous, can’t a revered tokota get some peace and quiet? She stood slowly, giving a deep bowing stretch, followed by both back legs strained behind her and twitching. She trotted over, grabbing onto Skiull’s scruff and removing her from Coke’s ear. She barked a command after dropping the pup, followed by a soft growl. Behave yourselves!

ft. Skiull 41411 , California 39103 , and Brawler 40165

Description
Handler name: Wylde
Tokota Import: Diet Coke 15788

Themes featured and brief summary of how they are explored:

Prompt: Patience

After accepting a pup-sitting job, Diet Coke is forced to deal with the ridiculous exploits of rambunctious puppies. His patience can only reach so far, but thankfully Nukka can rescue the old man before he finally snaps.

+5 - Canon Location: Olikpok City

+5 - Starter [Mascot]: Nukka 62259

+5 - Short Story

Word Count: 603

It wasn’t very long before Wylde was fortunate enough to find his kick-start toward his business. A bit of money on the side, provided he keep an eye on three troublesome pups that the landlord had, while they renovated the building. Wylde eagerly accepted, dragging Coke into it happily.
Wylde hadn’t considered, however, that Coke was only good with pups that showed a semblance of respect. In Asgard, pups knew to respect the elders and most importantly, not tug on ears.
On the day the construction started, they met at the biodomes in the far east of the city. Wylde happily greeted the three thrashing puppies, lovingly named Skiull, California, and Brawler. They were rambunctious, tug-happy standard tokotas. Coke stood to the side, looking down toward them with curiosity and a faint look of worry. The landlord shook Wylde’s hand, and helped usher the three wigglies into the northmost biodome.
Inside, the air was warm and slightly humid, the sound of birds and running water was a welcome one. It was like a home away from… Wylde felt a knot in his chest. A home away from Asgard. He held onto Coke’s mane, as he often did for comfort. The three pups ran forward and began yipping up a storm, running through bushes and between the trees. Coke sighed, beginning to chase after them. Wylde let go quickly, as to not be launched forward and dragged. The collie laughed gently, trotting behind.
WHAM!
Three pups suddenly yelped loudly in surprise, and a deep bark of annoyance. Coke bursted past the bushes with a look of fear- Only to be met by a sleepy, annoyed, and rather irritable Nukka. She’d recovered well from the goring of the stag, opting to stay in the city for the time being. She had clearly been sleeping when the three pups rammed into her, leading to one pup being flung into the air and the others yelping and skittering after their ‘sibling.’
With a whine and a lick to the chin, Diet Coke apologized to Nukka. He explained softly why they were there, as Wylde made it through the brush, “Oh jeez, what happened here- Oh! Nukka, it’s you!” He jogged over, looking her over. “You healed up so well, were you just sleeping? Poor dear, I’m so sorry the pups are so loud!” Nukka glared back in response. He let her go.
Coke slowly wrangled the three small tokotas together, and away from Nukka. A small pond lay beside the cobbled path, in which Coke readily plopped down to keep an eye on the pups and- Oh, he suddenly was very not excited about this job. Skiull, seeing an opportunity, grappled onto Coke’s right ear and tugged with her sharp puppy teeth. California flopped down against Coke’s side, beginning to howl loudly and extremely high pitched. Coke resisted the urge to fling both small females into the pond, twitching with agitation.
Wylde laughed, laying down on his stomach to help with the job at hand, only to get the male pup crawling up onto his back and nipping at the shifter’s tail. Wylde chortled in laughter, always enjoying the company of the young tokotas.
Nukka, with her nap disturbed, sat idly by, staring at the group with dripping annoyance. It was ridiculous, can’t a revered tokota get some peace and quiet? She stood slowly, giving a deep bowing stretch, followed by both back legs strained behind her and twitching. She trotted over, grabbing onto Skiull’s scruff and removing her from Coke’s ear. She barked a command after dropping the pup, followed by a soft growl. Behave yourselves!

ft. Skiull 41411 , California 39103 , and Brawler 40165