Rocky, the muscular German Shepherd

Ian quickly caught the glimpse of the German Shepherd leaving class, so he chose to follow him.

„Heeyyy, Rocky! What's up?” Ian tried to spark a friendly conversion.

The bigger dog looked down at the chatty cat. „Hey. Nothing much.” He responded calmly, his voice seemed uninterested, but that's only because he knew that smaller or weaker furs, would likely end up in somebody's belly before the day ended, and he considered chatting with one, a time waster.

Ian could tell that Rocky was very uninterested in talking to him, but that's fine, he only wanted to be by his side so nobody would try to eat him. „So, where are you going now?” Ian asked him, trying to find where he'll spend the day.

„Gym.” The German Shepherd responded, still uninterested in keeping the conversation alive.

„Cool! Mind if I tag along?”

Rocky's ears peaked, hearing the little kitty proposal. „You sure you want to come? Peeps like you end up as a protein bar for bigger preds, like me.” His curiosity was suddenly struck, he couldn't remember the last time he had a gym buddy, but that's because most of them got eaten.

„Yeah! I mean, I'll stay by your side, if that's cool...” Ian told Rocky shyly.

„Who says you won't become my protein bar?” Rocky said jokingly, a small laughter leaving his muzzle after his cheeky comment.

Ian was unsure on how to respond, he could tell that Rocky was joking, the small laughter made it obvious, but that didn't mean what he said won't become true. What if the reason he didn't see him with a swollen belly, was because he was digesting his prey in the gym? His canine laughter seemed genuine, but Ian could tell he had to say something to get Rocky on the same page as him.