Lost Creek Hollow Don't you lie, your cheeks are blushing red.

Gannet had no clue about Ibis' inner thoughts, and his only reaction was a delighted roll as Ashlar bowled into him. He delivered a series of nips at the pup, playful ones, then gently waved his tail so that he would have a challenge holding it.

You did. A fierce one, he said, and gave a playful growl at the boy.

Then he looked at Ibis and smiled. This is Ashlar.