Firestone Hot Springs communication is key

he just didn't want to look stupid in front of Charon, was all. not only was the boy older, he was also a leader. those were shoes in which Casmir desperately wanted to be, but he wasn't sure if he would ever make it there. he grinned as the other wolf tasted the berries in agreement, and bobbed his head. "yeah, these are cool." not sure what to talk about now, he raised a paw and slapped down several little fruits. smushing them against the dirt, Cas made a sticky paste.

he ducked his head and rubbed his cheeks in it, before turning with a crow of delight to his friend. "look! i'm a zombie!" he laughed, shaking his muzzle to make the 'blood' splatter to and fro.