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Kerberos was chilling, as he usually did, at the entrance to the tunnel that lead to Canis; the big gateway. He was the gatekeeper, after all. He kept an eye on who came and left, at least when he was around and not sleeping.

... But there was a strange sound in Orion, today. He spent a small amount of time listening to it, until curiosity got the better end of Kerberos's three thick skulls. His paws drove him to the cliffs, and he clambered his way with all the subtly of a clamoring crowd, until he had dragged himself up to one of the strange structures that made most of Orion feel like a ghost town. (Canis, by comparison, was cozy and homely, very lived in, even if most of those living there were dead bones.)

The smell of Canis was here, weirdly. Of dusty feathers. That was the first clue for Kerberos to latch on to, and eagerness entered his step as he trotted up to the entry way of the structure, peering around for the source of the sound and finding it in a strange creation of wood and string.

"... what is that?" He woofed softly, ears craning forward. It was just a piece of things tied together and hung, but it made a pretty, musical sound all the same. Only one of his heads remained particularly interested in it, however, as the other two craned down to peer at the white and black feathers of a FRIEND.

She smelled indescribably of Bonebound, and she had the cute little features of them, too! Kerberos vaguely recognized her, and after a moment a name clicked into place. Damask, Aure's daughter. He had never run into her before this exact moment-- but he figured everyone in Bonebound knew him, the big three headed dog was kind of hard to not recognize. So immediately he assumed friend - and - friend, and swooped forward, his one upright head nearly knocking into the musical wooden hangy-downs.

"Hey there!" He greeted with a swath of affection, nose and floppy ears swinging forward to greet with an affectionate snuffle (and likely, would come with a slobbery lick, too--) "I like your thing! Where did you find it?"

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Nose bumped feathers and then was immediately enclosed in solid air as Damask scrambled back. Kerberos quickly got the hint (though, a moment too late) and tried to pull his head back, but even moving backward was like molasses. A tiny whine caught in his deep chest, as he glanced between each of his warm eyes. He raised a paw into the solid air and tried to paw at it, two-thirds of his conglomerate brains completely overwhelmed and distracted by the affair.

But, hey, this was why having three heads was better than two. The middle scarred head, and the most trapped of the trio, focused in on Damask's scrambling escape, the most calm reaction of the wind-muzzled faces. "Yooou maaade iit?" He woofed slowly, ears straining to perk in the solid air. It felt like being shoved underwater, though he could still breathe just fine. Super weird! The sensation faded in the next second, and his head snapped up comically (with a pop of one of the vertebrae in his neck) to bonk into the contraption with a rattle. "oops," he apologetically shrunk his head down.

To his left, one paw smacked his far head, stone clunking on his skull. His right head erupted in a whining yawn, before shaking out his ears in a bewildered fashion.

But the central head had not lost the plot, at least, which was all that really mattered. "... it's so pretty," Kerberos continued to praise, ears twitching to catch every tinkling, wooden clink of wood. "Hi, Damask!" He remembered his manners again, and taking a deep breath, the synapses between all three heads fired in unison, and six intense eyes all locked in on the much smaller raptor. "It's nice to meet you!"

Because nothing said friendly gentle puppy more than a eight foot tall, three-headed hell hound who's leg was just as thick around as Damask's entire body, with absolutely no sense of personal boundaries... But, admittedly, he did step back a bit from the entryway and the pretty, musical trinket. His jaws parted not so much to reveal teeth but to let loose three panting tongues, and his tail (what you could see of it, from this angle) did wag with all of the happiness of a dog being called a good boy.

If nothing else, it was obvious that he had taken no offense to the retreat, and the magic bubble; and it wasn't even that he was oblivious to it... But he was entirely, and completely, good-natured to the point of just taking it completely in stride.

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Damask returned the polite greeting, and behind Kerberos a snakish tail flipped back and forth with enough force to cut the air, whissh whissh whissh quietly rising up behind him. One, floppy eared head tilted with confusion at the apology (what was there to be sorry for? He had already forgotten the potential transgression) but the other two seemed even more oblivious... really, happy to take the apology in stride, regardless.

His attention was quickly diverted, eager to focus on the oddity that Damask had crafted. He listened, eyes wide and curious, watching with full attention as she nudged it. A happy whine bubbled up from one of the throats, his body wiggling as his paws shifted underneath him; a dog wanting to play. If such a thing could be called a toy, the toy excited him. "Can I try?" He asked eagerly, lowering his heads down on to his paws and peering up at the slowly settling chime.

Just a little push-- don't break it! The dog's central eye blinked shut as the shockwave rippled through the air, ruffling fur and feathers and pushing the wind to knock the wooden piece clinking with song once more. His heads shot up, grins and lolling tongues panting and whining, wiggling about the dancing pieces with total and complete excitement. Enraptured. He didn't want to break it so he didn't touch it, but the jingling toy was so mesmerizing.

He had almost missed her second apology in that moment, but his heads stopped, his wiggling body falling still for a split second. "Oh!" He woofed, as she inched around the corner to the open ledge. "Good idea!" He shuffled along the wall, and then with a tense of his muscles and a push, huge claws scrambling, he hauled himself up on to the ledge beside the outlook building. His haunches hit the floor as soon as he hit the top, shuffling into a tight sit at the edge so there was still plenty of room for Damask.

"You should be very proud," Kerberos insisted then, his seemingly short attention span not letting the humbleness slide. "I couldn't do anything like that. That is really amazing. Like Bones's paintings, have you seen those? You made something! That's so awesome!" His tail slapped against the wall underneath him. "Yeah!"