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Kerberos had noticed Alrik sulking by a mile off. He had a sixth sense for these kind of things, y'know? He was really good at spotting cat-shaped-lumps that needed cheering up, though usually cats stayed miles away from the place since there was a huge, dumb dog around. (And although Kerb liked kitties, his mother most certainly didn't care for them-- for good reason.) What Alrik didn't know, and what Kerberos tried not to think about, was that most of his experiences with cats ended up going very, very badly.

Ahh, but this time would be different! Kerberos had a pitch rat in one of his three jaws as he trotted up to the sulking stranger, his snake like tail waving behind him. "Hey," he woofed from a safe distance away, "I haven't seen you before!" Now that he had introduced himself, however, and certain he wouldn't startled the cat sulking on the bones, he trotted even closer, until he towered above the stranger, completely oblivious to how intimidating he might be.

After all, his goal was to cheer up the stranger. "What are you doing here?" Intended as a curious question, maybe came off a bit strong in the opposite direction. "I'm Kerberrrrf, of the Bonebound!" His name, muddled a bit between the rat in his one mouth's jaws.

The dog dropped the dead rat on to Alrik's bone pile. "Are you hungry?" He asked, tongue lolling out to pant as he dropped his haunches with a thump that rattled the nearby bones.

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"You can call me Kerb," the cerberus agreed heartily, "lots of gems do!" Or Kerby, which never failed to make his tail wag. It made him sound like such a delightful friend. The kitty's name was Alrik, nice and easy to remember. He nodded eagerly, "Alrik! Nice to meet you, Alrik," he greeted with plentiful amounts of manners, shuffling down so his belly brushed the floor and no longer did he tower over the cat.


As for why he had given the rat to a stranger, his tongues rolled out of his jaws and he panted, tail thwapping against the dusty floor. "You're welcome," he started, "you looked sad!" That was a good explanation, but probably still left him with lots of questions.

"I can always catch another rat, anyway. They aren't much more than a snack for me. I'm better catching a deer or something, but usually there's somebody around to share a rat with. I like getting them for Bones, or one of the little ones." His floppy eared head looked out toward the distant bones. Sometimes he liked bringing new bones to Giggle, too. She could always use good bones for the bone pile-- though they had more than enough rat bones.

He settled two of his chins on his broad forelegs, while the floppy eared head thought outloud, "Anyway, its easy to be sad when you're hungry and tired. And it can be hard to catch stuff when you're already upset. So I thought, hey, that looks like a friend who could use a bite to eat! I'm not that hungry myself." Okay, that was a teeny white lie, Kerberos was always hungry, but compared to how he felt when he was starving, a little nibbly hunger wasn't too bad.