you watch the bobtail absentmindedly roll a mossball back and forth, their eyes are round and amber-colored but deep eyebags rest underneath. they have brown fur that seems to darken at the top, splattered with dark brown speckles and a white belly and chest. they seem lost, distant. you aren't sure what you say - only you call out to them and they don't respond. you catch onto the scars, but you don't have time to dwell on for too long. their gaze drifts towards you and like a fire is enlightened, they roll the mossball towards you with a playful smirk. whatever sorrow had enwrapped them previously is washed away. you don't question, after all you have a game.