He hadn't been in Zanzibar for too long, fortunately. He didn't quite like the stench, nor was he fond of that hyena. Of course he really didn't have a say so in just what happened to himself and he hoped he wouldn't be sitting in his cage for too terribly long. He was sure he wouldn't be, in fact. He was young, intelligent, and capable. And his pelt was beautiful, to boot, not that he often flaunted it. Truth be told, he was a rather pleasant specimen and he was certain he would be bought sooner or later, but most likely sooner. And hopefully by an owner who would see and value his abilities.
This was his second time on the market and he wasn't thrilled to be back, that was certain. He had been through two homes thus far, the one he had been born into and his most recent. He could really only remember wisps of his original home, in the seaside community of Cairo. He had remembered the atmosphere pleasant, but the hounds he and his parents belonged to had been particularly harsh and unforgiving. It was there and kitten school that he had been molded into the subservient creature he was today. Once he was old enough, he had been sold to Hyde for some undisclosed sum or another.
His second home had been pleasant enough and the hound was a tad bit more lenient than his first, albeit not by much. He had worked as a general house servant for the aging fellow, cleaning and serving meals. He had lived there for several seasons, until his master had passed away from old age. After that, he wound up here , yet again. He gave a soft sigh as he curled up in the bottom of his confines, resting his head on his paws.
