Ops, I did it again (Kait)

@Kait

There he was, clad in student uniform and his headphone sized, black horns spiraling around his ears. Though he thought the clothes restricted his movement, he wore it as a means to draw less attention to himself, granted there where many odd lifeforms here at Manta Carlos but with no fashion sense he would most likely find unwanted attention if he chose clothes specifically for practically purposes, he might have ended up wearing all sorts of colored clothes.

He was acquainting himself with the city, not marking his territory because old man Wolfe had said that the cops would take him and that it would be worse then if the dogcatchers had taken him. Instead he had to be content with simply walking around and taking in all of the scents, though sniffing to intent at times was not appreciated and sometimes meet with anger, though not enough to cause any major disturbance it did make some heads turn to look what he was doing.

When he came to a corner, his eyes opened wide while he involuntarily ran of, he had seen dogcatchers, men of the pound. It was an instinct from his dog days, an instinct to flee or something bad will happen. He ran out in the traffic, not really thinking, jumping high enough to land between that car and the next.

Now, how was he gonna explain to a two legged that he instinctively fled at the sight of a dogcatcher? And more importantly, how could the officer possibly believe such an odd tale. But, sigh, Noah does not lie.

"Well, uhm.. I saw a two legg..Hrm, a Human from the pound and my instincts took over." He observed the officer, who Noah thought would either think Noah was either crazy or lying. In either case he believed he was gonna get locked up, either among crazy people in white clothing or crazy people in black and white striped clothing.

As part of him being integrated into society he had to learn how society worked. A part of that was to learn the justice system and he could repeat the words or write an essay on it but half of their meaning would be lost on him, with fancy big words. He did however know that if you are bad you are locked up and if you are good you wont get locked up, so he wouldn't run.. Again.

"Fear isn't a sign of weakness, it is strength in survival as it relies on fear." Well there was more to survival then that but fear was the subject yet based on the appearance of the officer, he may know a thing about it. In any case, he was trying to adjust, really.

Not greeting or getting to know others by sniffing up their butts, not that he would do that with a two legged, or pissing on water poles was not hard but an adjustment. How do they even know which areas are theirs, when they all do their thing in a box? He just couldn't figure it out. Then there where the being submissive and bowing, that was the hardest part and something he just couldn't do. Then there where the clothing, why o why would he need that, though he kind of understood because most of them doesn't have fur.

"It was a reflex, from my dog days" Nothing really he could help, though most of the time he could resist instincts like these and on many occasions it wasn't a problem at al.

The answer to the cops question where yes, he had lived with one humanoid before but no not among several. Well, there where old man Wolfe, where he had lived and transitioned from dog to Human and learnt many things.

"I have lived with one two legged, showed me how to act, he did. Acting on instincts where not part of it but.. It was a reflex, something beyond my control"

Well he wouldn't really be doing that, at least not in this form. Sure he had his issues with not doing it but on the other side it would be really weird for a two legged to mark their territory like a dog, even if that was him. "It is a process, most times I can control it." hoping those words would get the officer of his case, it was a reflex nothing he could help and he was sorry it had disturbed the two legged day to day routine.