"Hey, Diesel?" The red-brown tramp came up to Diesel. Diesel kept on tearing apart his rabbit, he flicked his tail to the older half-wolf. "Apparently, there's a boat comin' from the mainland. I'll tell Cranky about it, but could you go tell Percy and Thomas for me?"
Diesel blinked, turning back to him, his mouth full. "You mean… those dogs? The ones that nearly killed Cranky twice?"
Salty sighed at him. "I already told ye', those were accidents. Percy pulled 'em down cuz they didn't know they were still hooked onto 'em."
Diesel shuttered at the memory. Cranky was able to operate the Dock's crane. One night in a storm his tower was knocked down with him in it. He was put back up, but ropes tied to the frame, a loose grip on the stone ground and enough strength from a cream-and-white non-binary fucker pulled him back down.
"Fine. Fine. Better start planning my funeral." Diesel stood, kicking the bones of his prey. Diesel was still grumbling to himself as he padded past Salty. Salty smacked his spine with his bristly tail, this startled Diesel enough to get him to run to find the dogs.
He kept running up Edward's Branchline, panting and walking through Wellsworth, then running at full speed past Crosby. He almost stopped to attack the yowling cats on the sleds and coaches, but he kept going until he reached Tidmouth. Thomas and Percy were kicking around sleds, the cats yowling and scattering with each bark.
"Hey Diesel!" Thomas greeted him, sitting to scratch behind his ear. Diesel shook out his pelt, opening his mouth to speak. Percy interrupted him before he could.
"Diesel! There's this big wolf dragging old metal and branches into wagons! Do you know him?"
Diesel was silent for a moment. "Uh… no? Anyway, I-"
Percy interrupted him again, Diesel was started to get pissed off already with him. "He's there, a few miles before you get to the Coaling Plant. You should meet him, you'll get on well!"
Thomas chuckled, "Yes! You trouble-making-coach-killers will be the best of friends!" The two laughed.
Diesel's black coat fluffed up, he growled. "Alright! Listen here, you two! You have a job at the docks! Go fucking get to it!" He let out a great, anger-filled bark at the dogs.
As they ran off, he considered meeting this wagon-filling wolf. He might need aid, Diesel thought, He may cut his pads on all the metal and bark. So, he started off again, toward the Coaling Plant.