Wiktoria stared in disbelief as Laff and Tbh grabbed Socks and started toward the jail. They didn't seriously think he was the bad guy here, him, right?
She stood, beginning to take a step forward, but pausing and looking back at Meme. Part of her wanted to just stay by his side forever, and she knew that if she walked off, she'd be accepting he was dead. She didn't want that to sink in. It hurt too much.
But at the same time, if she stayed, Socks would be locked away for a crime he didn't commit. No, she couldn't let her own stubbornness send an innocent man to prison.
She cantered toward Socks and gripped Laffs coat, attempting to get his attention. He mumbled something and pushed her off. She moved her attempts toward Tbh, trotting up beside him and nudging him.
"Not right now." He hissed, ignoring her.
It was clear she had no chance of stopping this nonsense by prodding the people who had blamed Socks in the first place. Who didn't think it was Socks?
Wiktorias first thought was Blaza. She galloped over and grabbed his hoodie, making him turn around.
"It wasn't Socks! You have to know that, you guys are best friends!" She tried, knowing Blaza would only hear a moo.
"Later. I... not now." He stammered, looking away.
She stopped where she was, utterly defeated. If Blaza wasn't stopping them from throwing Socks in the gulag, no one was.
She couldn't do this on her own, she couldn't even make a pickaxe for fricks sake. Whatever. There was something else she needed to do before she worried about that.

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  Muffin followed Nadwe away from the prison, doing his best to look like he was listening as Nadwe rambled on and on about Socks.
Locking Socks away... it didn't feel right. But Nadwe seemed confident in Socks being the killer, and Muffin would stand by him, no matter what. Even if he knew he was wrong.
"I still can't believe Socks would do this." Nadwe mumbled.
"Yeah..." Muffin agreed, not really paying attention.
The one sided conversation was interrupted by a moo from their left. Muffin turned to see Wiktoria bounding over. She reached them, but had seemingly been going a bit too fast, as her attempt at stopping sent her skidding a few feet passed them. She recovered and doubled back, stopping infront of Nadwe and making a sound like she was clearing her throat.
She nipped his suit and lightly pulled, releasing the fabric and then turning and taking a few steps in another direction.
"I think she wants you to follow her." Muffin noticed. Wiktoria looked back at them expectantly, only confirming Muffins assumption.
Nadwe started toward her, and Wiktoria continued trotting off, occasionally looking back at Nadwe to make sure he wasn't far behind.
They went on like that for a few minutes before Nadwe realized where she was taking him.
"Why are we going to Memes house?" He questioned, getting a moo from Wiktoria as an answer.
"Right. I don't speak cow." He reminded himself, feeling his cheeks go a little red.
They arrived at Memes house, and he followed the cow inside and to a door that Nadwe recognized as the one that led to Memes 'office.'
Wiktoria went up to the door, then paused. She looked back at Nadwe, then at the doorknob.
"Oh." Nadwe stepped up, turning knob and opening the oak door, a creak echoing through the dark room as Wiktoria walked up to a desk at the center of the room. Papers were scattered all across the desk (and the floor, he noticed) and a single chair was the only other thing in the room. There was also a small hole in the floor, for whatever reason.
Wiktoria grabbed some papers off the desk and went back over to Nadwe, offering her paper-stuffed muzzle forward. He grabbed the sopping wet papers and read them over, doing his best to keep the slobber from dripping on his suit.
It didn't really matter, he dropped the soaking stack on him when he fell over.
Honestly, falling over was a completely normal reaction to reading your own adoption certificate.
"Meme... was my d-dad?" He stammered, sitting up and reading over the paper again.

(I'm too lazy to describe it so have a picture)

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   Haha, cow signiture
Yes I know I spelled chapter wrong but I don't care

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