The pied creature sat upright abruptly. 'Uh1 Ja! Ja!' his maw scrambled out quickly, as he'd be caught unaware. Stubby wolfish ears panned around for sound and found another guy standing around. A slide off of his domed roof to greet him, understandably still shaky from his drinking and smoking. Not to mention the late nights. 'Nah, nah! S'cool. Names Amaury. Amaury de Jong. If ya sees a big guy, dun't speak much, even in goat! Big n' brownish, like ugh, bushes out in da savannah! That's ma bru, his is Luuk' he waffled casually. Still he'd forgotten to cotton onto the fact that he was confusing as fuck once he got going, but surprised and half awake, his goat an English mash up was the best anyone would get.
From the patch of grass next to his house, curtained off by a poorly constructed fence with nails sticking out (the horses were smart enough to keep away from these), Dexter whinnied softly. 'Ja, ja! Shuddup! Stom perd!' he hollered in Goat, not sure if the horse understood. But never the less the pair of horses returned to their scratching post, a large tree log as opposed to the fence.
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