bernie and sin, sounds like a sitcom [BS #5]

Being told to go out to exercise was something Bernadette was not unused to. It was a common occurrence, since they had the space to move, and the trust of their handler. It was definitely a good thing, and she was left satisfied with that.

Still, usually there were a lot more tokotas around, and for some reason, it was just her…and Sinatra. He was a nice tokota really, friendly, and pleasant to cuddle with if you got particularly cold, not that she’d know anything about that. She never got cold…totally.

The black curly waited for awhile, waited and waited and just looked for anyone else leaving the building they rested in and then….nope. Nobody. Not a one.

She huffed, barking to Sinatra, watching him firmly. Did he know what was going on? Was anyone else coming, or were they the only ones brave enough to wander around outside and actually stretch their legs. It was all very confusing, and she definitely didn’t get it. Even still, she trusted her handler, her owner, and assumed there was a good reason for this.

Bernadette didn’t do play dates, but apparently she was going to have to make due with this one.

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At the very least Sinatra had some wonderful benefits in the long run. The golden yeti was stupidly sweet when it came down to it and, even better, his excess of floof probably helped out everyone else in the long run. Not that it would be needed for exceptionally much longer however. Spring was on the way, sooner than later, and one could even feel it in the air!

It didn’t seem as if anyone else was interested in heading out with them but that was fine to him in the long run. Bernadetta wasn’t normally one of the tokotas he went out of his way to hang out with, but he definitely didn’t seem to mind either way.

She WAS pretty after all, despite her age.

Tongue lolling a bit in amusement Sinatra headed along, tail occasionally waving from side to side, but he was interested in their surroundings. Eventually he ended up flushing an early duckling out from a half-hidden nest, standing there almost dumbfounded by the startled and quacking little creature before he moved along in the effort to herd it back to Bernadetta.

Hey hey, look at this now! The duckling seeming to realize at least one of the massive creatures wasn’t going to harm it, headed between the two of them towards the female to investigate even while the male dipped into a happy play bow.

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Of all the tokos in the pack, Sinatra was definitely one of the best. She’d admit it, grudgingly, that the big sweetheart was good, perhaps too good. Better than that little shit of a toki, Baird, she thought. That was just a naturally accepted fact though.

The old female just didn’t have much tolerance for the cheeky antics of the toki, and preferred more mellow creatures like Sinatra.  

Then suddenly he had found something, and she perked up, ears up and alert when she heard the quacking. He was herding it, and she looked utterly confused until she saw the little bird, and then she looked more confused for all of a moment. Finally she moved to bend down to let the baby investigate her, trying to be as nonthreatening as possible. With some care her whole body would be pressed to the ground, and she was left looking quite content.

Carefully Bernadette looked up to the yeti and cast him a cheerful look. This was a nice find, a good sign of spring being on its way. She couldn’t help but be happy about it, and she knew he was too.