He had been asleep, dreaming of days of valor and glory, saving lives of innocents and those he helped during the war. But the persistent tapping on his shoulder could only be ignored with feigned sleep for so long. He laid his ears back and gave the intruder a silent growl, lips lifted back enough to reveal his large fangs. Of course, eventually, you had to wake up. You always had to wake up. What? His irritated telepathic voice resounding in the tent, causing the other mercenaries on this job to twitch in their sleep.
The boy, however, was used to such irate customers, it seemed, for he flippantly tossed the telegram he had been holding onto the hammock the sahound was curled up in. With an ironic salute, he departed the tent, never sparing a word for a dirty hound in a dirty camp. Miffed by the slight, Tarot regarded the telegram, not really paying attention to the details. Another job, it seemed and a better paying one. He barely registered the fact it would be on the Nodia Sea with a scientist and didn't care what gender his client was so he didn't bother to commit the knowledge to memory. Instead, he took the telegram between his teeth and stiffly jumped out of his hammock. He was glad Kyruit was a shrewd business woman for his pay had already been wired to their joint account thus he needn't excuse himself from his current gig. As silently as he'd arrived in camp, he similarly departed.
Now, in the port of Nodia Sea, he paced the docks, keeping near the boat that had been rented for this expedition. He had reread the telegram to get the finer details of the job and wasn't exactly sure what to expect from this new job. A female scientist on vacation heard about a new species and wanted to go researching it. Well, at least it was better than fighting corrupt battles and doing fat cats' dirty work. He flipped his tail as he about faced to continue pacing, checking the sun's height in the sky, wondering where his new boss was and why she was late.