Firestone Hot Springs baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

Murdock shrugged. It was nice enough, but the real beauty was seeing the valley from the cliffs. He'd have to show Poppy when they got there.

He was a little sad to hear about her family, but he guessed that wolves were sometimes that way as well. A lot of the Sameth kids went off and never saw each other again, but sometimes, litter made an effort to stick together or visit, at least. Dogs didn't have that luxury, being owned at all. But Poppy did. That was better than being owned, he supposed.

"What's it like to have a master?" he asked, having always been curious about the relationship between man and dog. Once - and only once - he'd allowed a young girl to pet him in the woods. He'd fallen in love with her right then and there, but when her sired had called her back to him, he'd run off the other way.