There comes a time when you have to take matters into your own hands or, in Leighton’s case, paws, but why did it have to be today of all days? It was supposed to be a day of relaxation, of soaking up the warm rays of sunshine and relishing the absence of responsibilities. Yet, here he was, scrambling over twisted roots and forcing his way through thick overgrowth in search of a last minute haul to cover the recently discovered food shortage back in his handler’s village. The cause of the shortage was not due to any one person or tokota, nor was it an unfixable error, but Leighton would be a liar if he said he didn’t wish to lay the blame on somebody or, in the very least, hope someone other than just himself would step up to assume leadership. Unfortunately now was not the time to complain; the village is spread thin enough as it is without accounting for the time it would take to track down large enough prey—or in the very least, a good number of rabbits or bi