ORIGIN

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Kerberos was certainly getting less and less hard to miss by the day. Now easily the size to rival an adult polar bear, the massive mutt was taking a well deserved snooze by the edge of Cetus. Ever since the black cat had violently uprooted him, he took a bit more to staying on this side of the tunnel.

For whatever reason, he didn't take the easy way out and just sleep in the tunnel bridging Canis and Orion... but that was likely only because it felt wrong. The place was not for the living. You could move between it, but to linger... No, it was deadly. Dangerous. In ways that no one could see. He was sure of it.

Of course, right now, the big fluffball was taking his peaceful nap, the tunnel long forgotten. He didn't hear the pup approach, for although he was dreamless, he slept soundly, snoring out of three big mouths that made quite a racket.

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Kerberos awoke to the sweet smell of rats and the gentle, familiar bark of a good friend of his. With three huge yawns, the pup stretched out and snatched up one of the rats lazily. Barely awake, the monster of a fluffball simply chewed on his meal, for once not fighting with himself over it. He would still devour it in a matter of minutes, guaranteed.

As he was eating, however, his eyes flicked up to catch the patch of tawny fur that had brought him the tasty tasty rats. It was so much better than lumpy cave fish-- which was just about the only thing he could catch on his own-- that he knew he had to thank Bones for sharing. They hardly knew each other, but it was almost as if the pair were brothers. Sorta.

"Bones," one head woofed, his tail wagging gently as he noticed the dog watching from a relatively safe distance. "Aren't you gonna have some?" Although he was, as always, quite hungry, Kerberos always had the mind to not take all of the food offered to him.

It was something of a force of habit now. It was good manners, and though the pup was a slow learner, he was doing his best to not seem as dangerous as he was. He wanted friends, allies with teeth, and to protect those who were too small and weak to defend themselves. He didn't know why yet, but... It was showing, in his behavior, more and more by the day.

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Floppy ears considered Bones' answer, tilting his head to the side. The farther head snatched up the second bone, muzzle beginning to match the crimson shade of his nose as he put a paw over the kill and began to shred it apart. Not hungry all the time, that'd be nice. He knew there was a solution. The cave deer were quite tasty, but there were even bigger gembounds than that. The bigger, tougher, smarter gembounds could probably actually satisfy him, but... Everyone else seemed to demonize him for it.

The head didn't fret too much. He gave his friend a lick back on his chest and nuzzled into Bones' soft underbelly. The painted dog was one of the only things around here that wasn't dusty as all hell. It was nice. "Good! I was sleeping." As if that wasn't obvious.

"Food is better than naps," commented the bloodiest head between tearing and snapping down chunks of meat. The middle head snorted in amusement, licking his jowls clean.

"I was thinking about what you said. I think it is right to call me δεξιά κεφάλι, but I am still Κυνα του Αιδου-- Kerberos... Os. I..." Thinking about this still made his head ache, so he trailed off after a little bit.

"I mean. I am all the same. When I am happy, my tail wags. It doesn't matter if this head or other heads are happy. It is all the same. I think as one, just... Three times." Even still, it was a bit much for the overgrown mutt. He did his best to explain it to his friend, but it certainly caused him quite a bit of trouble sussing it all out in his three different but painfully alike minds.

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As if the painted dog had flipped a switch, the dog hopped to his paws, tail wagging wildly. "Fun!" He woofed-- floppy ears pulling away carefully as his body moved up, so as to not knock into the smaller dog.

"Yes, yes, I do," He agreed, nodding, wondering just what Bones had in store. The smaller dog was a great hunter and probably an even better player, right?

"What do you want to do? Can we do it now?" He was so enthusiastic about this little game, whatever it was going to be. He seemed to forget his confusion over his own identity immediately, falling back into the familiar impulse-acting behavior he usually had.

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Chase? Kerberos tilted all three of his heads as his brains chugged through the meaning of such a game. What would they chase?... Each other? That sounded like quite the game! But Kerberos didn't want to get out of hand and hurt Bones-- who, now that he was standing, he could see wasn't growing anywhere near as fast as him. Was the painted dog always going to be so tiny?

"Nope!" He woofed a short reply. "But you go first!" He was definitely decided on this. It would be... Safer, and probably more fun. "I'll run, you chase?" He explained shortly, wagging his tail, and then after a short pause, he lunged to the side, twisting his body in his first bound to shoot off along the path of Canis, to race around the Circuit.

"COME! GET! ME!" He barked eagerly, half stumbling over his own paws-- but he was starting to gain speed. His forepaws were much larger and heavier than his back, and he still had yet to properly even grow into them, so the big puppy was still quite a bit clumsy... And it showed in his hobbly, awkward gait.