There were many things that Julius despised, and boredom ranked pretty high. He had to frequently shift his focus to keep his cool, which was leaps and bounds more than he would have done years ago, when all it took was the slightest provocation to send the oversized demon of a wolf over the proverbial edge. With the feline, Aislin, no longer living in Dixon manor, Julius was essentially without the attention that he had grown accustomed to receiving from her, leaving him the unwanted time necessary to find something else to occupy him.<br/><br/>The wolf had taken up many 'hobbies' in an attempt to actively keep himself out of trouble, and ultimately out of the slave market. That wouldn't stop those select few individuals who either didn't know better, judged Julius based on his past, or were seeking excitement in all the wrong places, to try their luck against him. Without fail, they soon realized their errors, for non would best him, and few would actually survive, which would occasionally put him back in the hot seat. At one point, Julius even led a pack of native wolves, despite none of them being of a demonic nature. In the end, they were all canines, and that alone would be the link that allowed their companionship. However, even that would eventually grow tedious, for the pack never strayed too close to structured civilization, and thus Julius would be cut off from one of his favorite pastimes, fighting.<br/><br/>This particular day saw Julius lounging alone in the central park, which was unusual. He would typically be accompanied by someone else, or more fitting, he would be accompanying them. Most often it would be Deveraux Dixon, owner of the manor that Julius resided in. Laying curled into a giant ball on one of the smaller grassy hills, Julius passively watches as commoner after commoner passed by him on the walkway that wasn't ten feet in front of him, with quite a few stopping to stare nervously, and even more giving him the side-eye. Even years after his initial capture and release, the reputation of the once savage canine still at least partially permeated the populace. It wasn't full blown terror, for no one ran from him any longer, but most humans were extremely cautious about approaching him while he was unattended.<br/><br/>The same couldn't be said for other dogs.<br/><br/>The park was an ideal place to allow pets to roam and play freely, with more than enough open space for hundreds. That's what brought Julius there on this pleasantly mild day. Pets of all kinds were in abundance both nearby and in the distance, but dogs outnumbered all other species.  Julius watched idly as small groups of unleashed pets began congregating and frolicking together, and a few who had gotten far enough away from their owners would approach Julius directly. The first of which was a smaller than usual Pomeranian with all black fur. The tiny dog ran right up to a paw that was large enough to cover him completely. Looking up, the pint-sized Pomeranian saw the tower of a canine staring back at him, and although Julius was large enough to swallow the smaller canine whole, the little one wasn't intimidated.<br/><br/>"Yo! You're HUGE! Did you know you're HUGE?! Like, you're friggin HUGE, man!" The tiny dog yipped.<br/><br/>"Don't tell me that's how your human talks, and I'm not huge, you're just tiny." Julius replied. He knew he was huge by canine standards, but didn't care either way. The Pomeranian bounced around as the two of them chatted, and to onlookers it would look like the smaller dog was trying to provoke the larger one. The pup looked around again, then back up to Julius.<br/><br/>"Nooooooo, big bro! You are HUGE! Ya dig me?"<br/><br/>"You can't be serious." Julius snorted.<br/><br/>Just then, a rather oddly dressed human came running up to scoop up the Pomeranian.<br/><br/>"DUDE! You can't go running off like that, little bro! I don't know what I'd do if something happened to my little Julius, ya dig?" The human walked off without giving the wolf any more thought. His ears twitched several times throughout that brief exchange between canine and owner. Not only was his name also Julius, but the dog really did talk like his owner. Before he could even give it second thought, he noticed a small pack of dogs laying in the grass across the path from him, and they all had their focus squarely on him. They looked remotely like him, which immediately reminded him of a Husky named Shiraz that he had interacted with on a few occasions.<br/><br/>"Do any of you know a dog named Shiraz? She looks kinda like you all." Julius called out.<br/><br/>"No." Not only did the entire pack respond at the exact same time, but all of the voices were female. Julius's ears perked in slight surprise.<br/><br/>"Do any of you know a human named Angeline?" Julius asked next. Although none of the other canines responded immediately, a few of them got up to run away, Julius figured back to whoever their human was. Shortly after, all but one followed suit. Not even a few seconds later, the last canine got up.<br/><br/>"Bye!" The final canine barked, before joining the rest of her pack wherever they went. So, once again, Julius was left to observe the goings on of the park and those who came and left. At least until someone else decided to be brave and approach him.