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Kerberos' acceptance of the offer was met with a joyous howl ...and a bit of slobber that made the Aok recoil ever so slightly. He had not expected that his agreement was such a joyous occasion to inspire the enthusiasm within the other male — whose name he still didn't know. Though to be fair, the pair didn't know his name either. There hadn't been much time for introductions, and Kerberos wasn't so sure he wanted to be called “sad eyes” for the rest of the winter — though it sort of appeared as if he would not get much choice in the matter. “My name is Kerberos.” The Mighty Hellhound; though why the Sea had chosen that name he had yet to discern in his three (almost four) years of life. 

It was kind of hard for Kerberos to keep up with the stranger's words though there was definitely something about meeting whom the Aok assumed to be wolves. Other wolves of this Saltwinter pack. “Sounds perfect.” As long as it was close to the Sea never would Kerberos speak in complaint. It was a shelter. It was a home, however temporarily.