Scents of Status
The first hit came from the feet as rivo stepped closer.
1989
"rivo...rivo... rivo." a loud yelp nearly sprung him out of bed, running muzzle first into that scaly paw, protecting him from the damage of the low celling. "excellent you are awake. we're here! this is so exciting!"
Marks of Scents
"rivo," the hyena said. "take your time to think. i'll be back in a week." # a week later, waiz returned, and rivo fulfilled his promise.
Interspecies Tension
"so we could jump here beside rivo," fezo then tapped his datapad with his finger. the display changed, showing the course the relentless progress would take.