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He awoke to the building’s door being opened, it flooding in golden light that had otherwise been filtering in throughout cracks peacefully and more importantly out of his way.

A bipedal animal was waddling through, burdened with a heavy looking bucket.

A Human. He remembered. The species who dominated this planet where humans. He seemed to be tending to the captive animals.

He studied him through wolfen eyes until it clicked, he was caring for the injured animals. Injured by what or whom, was undeterminable though.

He watched him leave and kept them from his perch and started investigating the other animals.
They weren’t very pleased, however, with this clear predator encroaching on their confined spaces.
He let them be.
He sniffed his way out the door, nose to the dirt.

It was a bright day, he could smell the grass, an odd change from tasting it.

He felt his animal sense lift with joy and took the opportunity to roll in the grass and dirt, leaping back up again, exclaiming, “arrf!”

He shook the loose dirt and grass bits off and jigged over to another building, denser and smaller than the last.

His sharp ears hear a CLANK.

Oh.

He was downwind, and hadn’t picked up on the human’s scent, but there he was, right behind him, staring.

He tried not to act embarrassed as he focused back on the human.

He seemed scared, that was a smart thing to be, considering, but not scared enough when you considered a little more.

But. Surely someone who works with wild animals would be ok with them existing outside of a cage?

“A wolf?” The human said, to himself, surely to himself.

Shit. Let’s see..friendly..what does a friendly animal do? Be as non threatening as possible.

The morphed andalite sat down and waved his paw forward, then layed on his belly, resting his large head on his long legs, and gazed up with large soulful eyes.

“A wolf-dog?” He asked doubtfully.

He wagged his tail hopefully, unsure as to why. He let the wolf brain do the thinking on how to be non threatening.
Maybe the human would understand it.

He still looked doubtful, “Come here..c’mere boy,” he called, patting his knees in a dangerous gravity shifting maneuver.

Bor’ij took the opportunity to surge forward in a wild legged gallop and leap on him, paws on his shoulders, as he very friendy like sniffed his face and hair in friendly “wolf” fashion.

I am the friendliest wolf, he privately said, No need to fear at all.

“A very friendly wolf-dog,” he amended to himself. He scratched Bor’ij under his chin, which in a way, was a big confidence booster.

“You must belong to someone,” his expression darkened, “Unless they abandoned you here.”

<Ah new human friend, your concern for me is endearing but, fear not, in this circumstance I have not been abando-eh, on this planet. I don’t want to go into it.> He replied privately and only to himself.

“Come on- come on boy, let’s go inside, “ he beckoned him to follow.

Do- Does that really work? Do animals actually just- follow, well ok.
He trotted with the human.
<It’s my mother,> he continued from his earlier self conversation, <I know, it’s always the mother but like- she was always so distant.>

He stepped inside the smaller building. Inside was very…different. All right angles. Hard floor. With..fake grass surrounding it..whatever that was for. Old dust sat and drifted, he sneezed. He liked the barn better, much more practical.

“I bet you’re hungry,” the human said, curling his mouth upwards…but no teeth, so probably not aggressive.

<Hungry for validation,> he agreed, <It’s like, what do you want from me, mother?>

They entered a smallish room, lined wooden cabinets and appliances.

<Is your planet really so full of forests that you could so readily and copiously destroy them for such minor and frivolous manners?> he asked suspiciously.

The human was opening up a couple of cabinets, taking out a small metal bowl with a silverish gleam to it, and placing it on a table that dominated the room.

<What is this? What is the thing, what are you doing?> He craned his neck to try and see, snuffling the air, nothing but metalliness.
He settled on his haunches and kept up easily on the (wooden) table.

<Yes, I like it better up here> he said with an air of approval.
<But seriously, don’t the other animals use trees,> he asked examining the table.

The human seemed to be amused with his antics and poured a cup full of pellets into the metal bowl. Ah. It was all coming together.
“Heere you go, “ he said encouragingly.

Bor’ij gave the food a careful sniff and recoiled.
It was some sort of mishmash of..dead animals..and..garbage. It hurt his nose, like the dust molecules were chemical embers lodging and burning into the tender flesh of his snooter.

He found it downright offensive.
He pushed it away with his paw and gave the human a dead pan look.

The human male leaned on the table with his arms crossed.
“Picky eater, huh? Not unusual with wild animal cross breeds. They probably fed you whole prey.”

Borij winced his eye, <You are not going to put a freshly dead carcass in the bowl are you, > he pleaded <you are becoming too helpful, you are actually becoming distressingly helpful.>

Bor’ij’s ears shot to attention and his gazed focused on the direction of the entrance.

“Dad?” Called a tinnier, younger voice. A young human female, younger because of softer, rounder, smaller features, he surmised, with the same dark coloring of the male.

“I’m home-“ she balked, “is that a wolf?” She stared at him in a very uncomfortable manner.

“A wolf-dog, sweetie. At least, that’s my best guess. Seems very friendly, very social and adaptable to his surroundings. So probably high content dog with a trick of the phenotypes favoring the wolf content. Am I right boy?” He raised his hand, palm flat and vertical.

<Hell yeah man, whatever you say,> he remembered vaguely that phenotypes where genes that were visibly expressed. Some old visage of learning before he had left the “education scene”, and probably only retained because biology had always been one of the more interesting lessons. He loosely copied the gesture, lifting his paw up in the air and clumsily letting it down again.

The human male made a deep chesty noise, laughing?
“He’s a cute one,” he rubbed his head affectionately.

<Accurate. I can see that your senses and cognitive processes work fine.> He agreed.

“Oh, that’s so cool,” the girl said, stepping towards him. Her face was looking rather stiff. perhaps “cool” meant something bad.

“Where…did you find him..dad?”

“He was out front, someone probably left him here,” he shrugged. “He follows and listens pretty well, he has to have had human contact before so.”

<Acting.> he said smugly.

“Hey..dad…why don’t you call mom and decide what you’re gonna do with him,” she suggested. “I’ll watch him.”

“Yeah..” he paused, “I guess he wouldn’t be better off in a zoo type setting with not having a pack and being so socially adapted to humans I- Good idea.”
One ear twitched backwards, A zoo? They went around abducting animals from their homes? Like Skrit Nas? Gross.

He left, with the girl, his daughter, leaning against the wall opposite of him, scrutinizing him carefully.

Softly she spoke, “Are you the andalite we meet, yesterday?”

His outside demeanor froze into nonchalant animal mode, but his inner one wheeled.
Of course, the earth aliens would have lived near by. He looked at her in what he hoped was purely animal interest.

She came forward, quietly, and carefully place a hand on his shoulder. “We only want to help. I know that…andalites have to keep a lot of secrets, and that they have to distrust other species. But we really do just want to help.”

He perked an ear to her. She knew far too much about andalites.
Of course since they were..friends or whatever with that, Aximili guy, he’d have probably told them all a lot, being stuck on this planet with only them as companions.

He whined loudly, uncomfortable with this soft pleading, that was one of his own tricks to wheel his own way, he disliked it being used on him used on him.

He licked his snout nervously.
His ears shot up again.
He heard a vechile.

He tried to listen carefully as the human girl regarded him carefully.

Yes this was worrisome, the earth creatures and their morphing technology, but-

What he heard was far more worrisome.

“Nearest human dwelling near ufo-“

“Ready to engage humans for infestation-“

He was meant to land on earth silently, but that plan had changed due to circumstances out of his control.

He leapt off the table, arranging his long limbs and huge paws gracefully, and careened towards the stairs, which lead to a higher elevation point, the human was in close pursuit, but he ignored her for now.

He turned sharply into another room, it had a huge cushion (for sleeping he guessed), and more importantly, a window.

He jumped up and steadied his paws on the window, staring intently out, honing his ears on the controllers.

There were four. That was a lot, at least for the plan he was formulating in his mind.
They were wearing all black and had eye glasses to hide their features, they seemed to be talking on communication devices.
“Excuse me!” The girl was behind him. She would do.

Without breaking his gaze on the controllers, he demorphed.

“So, it is you,” she regarded him warily, and stepped forward.
She stepped forward right into range.

His harm shot out, quicker, most likely quicker than any andalite she has seen save their tails, and gripped her wrist tight.