Cedar Sweep because you are funny and pretty

Tapat had been ecstatic when the pretty boy returned to him. He had remembered him. If only Lagan knew how special this was. Tapat had been so happy to see him. Lagan had been greeted with happy yips and whines, and of course, a lot of licks under his muzzle. The boy always had a submissive nature. He didn't want to set a foot wrong, ever.

He was hesitant about leaving the pack. He had Lagan promise that he would bring him back. He wouldn't know the way to his home. He didn't want to forget again. Tapat felt secure around the gray male and with his naive nature, he easily followed the gray mass. His tail was wagging and he was so excited about everything. "What is it! What is it?," he asked excitedly and tried to look around Lagan.

He whined in anticipation. Tapat's tail was going crazy. He was so happy that this boy would want to spend time with him. This good smelling boy. Tapat wanted to nuzzle him and never let him leave again. "Show me!," he urged and tried with some more licks under his chin to convince him. Perhaps if he showed submission and respect the gray male would relent.