I've got dumb boy Makarov open <3

reworking his bio to reflect my new writing style better but the gist will stay the same

refresher:

Makarov was the butt of a joke for his years on the team; the musher and caretaker would often tell variations of the same joke regarding his intelligence, and the other dogs of the team had seemed to catch on. He wasn't the most intelligent of canines, obviously, and he knew only his job and to follow his gut instinct; he didn't know that he was being made fun of, that the jokes were being made at his expense, rather than to make him feel good for being acknowledged. He'd respond to them with a laugh and a furious wagging of his tail, always so happy to be acknowledged in a way that wasn't 'bad dog', or 'no, that's wrong'.

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He's a happy dog, always able to find the light at the end of the tunnel and make the best out of even the most dire of situations. He hates seeing his teammates upset or angered, and does everything in his power to ensure the mood can stay relatively light. He made it his goal to get along with everyone on the team, even if they didn't know he held a great respect and adoration for them, and they didn't return the favor.

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The muscle of the team, Makarov can best be described as all brawn and no brain; he's a fighter, as much as he tries to avoid it. He will do anything he can to protect the team, even at the expense of his own life, or if it brings a great injury that would cause him to retire sooner than he would at old age. He puts his all into their safety, and follows orders to a T if it means he gets to keep the rest of his companions safe.