Shadowwyn Moor You want fries with that?

Fry's thin veil of concentration was beginning to manifest itself into concern. The dog scented it in the air...the sharp edge of it bringing his soft eyes away from the distance and back onto the pensive face of his companion. Should they be worried? The weight of everything mulled in his brain before his conclusion was reached.
 
No worries. Only happiness.
 
He smiled then and shook his cinderblock dome with a gentleness that lent an impression of indifference. "They must've gone somewhere to get snacks," he said shortly after the last of his echoing call dissipated. "They'll be back." And they always did. Mac was not a canine privy to the suspicions of those who had been abandoned; his people left and then returned. It was the ebb and flow of his life...he figured it always would be.
 
"What would you like to do?" he asked spontaneously as his plume gave a few wide waves. If they were going to be minding their own affairs for a while they might as well get busy!