The Sentinels [M] little blue frog

At least he got her talking. He didn't like the look of pity that flit through her eyes but Dingo wasn't exactly a macho creature, he couldn't stop the after-effect of his words. If she thought he was pathetic then that would help him, he decided. Maybe they could get a bite to eat, or she could give him directions, maybe even escort him further from this place that she called home - just next door, she'd said. He didn't know there was a pack nearby (and wouldn't realize it until encountering the other dappled girl, Sequoia).

When she asked him that question — why, like it mattered — he'd already hashed out some details in his head and they came spilling forth.

Oh, I've tried, he lied. Seems like the colder the air gets, the colder hearts get too. He pouted and looked down at the dirt, and let out a drawn sigh that might've been a touch too dramatic. But he turned the conversation back upon her next: What kind of place is home for you? Do you have family there, friends? Oh, I wish... I wish I had those things.