hibi-tea
Domo felt like he had been sleeping under a rock for years, though really he had just slept in a bit later than usual that morning. It was time to continue his ever vigilant patrols.
Keeping the rogue lands safe was a difficult job, but if he did not do it, who would? No one, that's who, so he was all too happy to offer his services.
Anyway, that was what heroes did.
Padding along the grass with his head held high, his chest puffed out, he scanned the area intently, unwilling to let anything escape his view. He had to be very stalwart, as crime and villainy could happen in any form, from big to small, and no one was immune to it. He wanted to protect all the innocent creatures of the land, and that was not limited to his own kind.
He'd protect bugs, if he could see real wickedness taking place. It was just a little harder to do so, when they were so small.