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It was clear from the expression on Ditty's face that Reek's message came in right and clear. Ditty wanted to defend his manly right to have puppies — because puppies were cute, and fuzzy, and he would make the best dad ever! — but instead all he did was nod rapidly in a yessir manner and then turn away, drooping off with tail tucked between legs, almost as though he was protecting the prize that Reek claimed he'd take were he to do any breeding. He very clearly went in opposite direction of Eslani, wanting it very clear that his intentions weren't to go see her.

Once alone, Ditty curled up somewhere and frowned while he thought about the situation. His own mind was clouded by the unknown lady — Eslani — while he thought of the pro's and con's of going after her again. He was mostly just really hyped up with the thought of having pups of his own. He was two now, and his biological clock was ticking like crazy, driving his mind so loopy he was actually considering the pro's and con's of this situation.

Then there was option number three, which entailed high-tailing it out of here before he could finish weighing off the pro's and con's. Ditty let out a heavy sigh while he continued weighing his options. The sigh was 'cause all of his options were equally poopy.