It was an average day at the garcia....building. The rain was angrily throwing itself at the windows in a desperate but futile battle to get in.
The star of the main building, apollo the wolf, was curled up in front of the fire. His ears and tail twitching every once in a while as he snored. His black fur shining in the fire.
Up at the desk, mr Maximilian Garcia sat, reading the local newspaper. The newspaper detailed someone named "tom Lowe" going missing outside of the animation studio.
Garcia giggled a little and glanced over at apollo. They didn't know a thing.
The tall grandfather clock in the corner decided to make itself known. It chimed as the hands pointed to quarter past 6 in the evening. It was around this time Garcia would tuck the wolf into bed, however he figured it would be best to leave him in front of the fire.
He slowly waddles over to his desk and unfolded it. There seemed to be a mattress tucked inside which turned the table into a somewhat makeshift bed.
It looked incredibly comfy, with a rocket ship and star pattern on the covers.
Probably where he got his inspiration for apollo's name.
