Nakkura half closed his blue and brown eyes as the people walked past him. He was used to wandering the streets and getting his feet stepped on, but since no one beat him or shoved him out of the way, he didn't see any reason to move. In most cases, he stood like a stone in a river, with the water parting on either side of him. He looked up at the faces, some scowling, most not daring to focus on him, a few offering distracted smiles. His tail wagged, though he wished someone would stop for a minute.
His pink nose suddenly tickled, and he lifted his head immediately to better catch the scent. Something, not a normal person, was approaching. In most cases, he barked to alert others to the strangeness, but in this case the smell was too new, unusual, and tempting. He wasn't going to let anyone else claim responsibility for finding it.
A man stepped into view, the source of the smell, but Nakkura forgot all about it when a hand descended to pat his head. He was told that he was blocking the street, and in a gesture very unusual for a dog, he glanced around him and lowered his ears as if in embarrassment.
The person grabbed the scruff of his neck and nudged him. He flattened his ears tighter against his orange skull and looked wary, but the intention was clear enough. "I'll move," he muttered, attempting to shake free while heading toward the side of the road. Any human wouldn't understand his resigned remark, but his expression showed something like it.
Once he had gotten out of the way, Nakkura turned and took a seat, staring up at the man. His nose twitched wildly as he tried to figure out what was so weird about him. "You smell like a cat!" he realized, with a single bark. Some heads turned, but he averted his eyes. Bad things happened to the weird people he barked at.
He grinned sheepishly and stared up into the man's greenish eyes, tail flopping on the sidewalk.