Inspired by a D&D session, this little corgi sailor (it's the scarf, promise) is unamused by the situation he was rescued from, and the results of our antics following. Our party saved him from a horrid fate of autocannibalism then tried to commandeer his ship. All's fair in love, war, and Dungeons & Dragons.
I've given him a little bit of a familial history: his father is a corgi and his mother is a vixen from among the southern foxes of the world we play in. He wasn't exactly well-liked among his home village, so he sought a life of adventure among people who didn't give two flying fucks what his breeding was.