Lost Creek Hollow A wet world aches for a beat of a drum

He gently nipped at his dad's chin in response to his affection. Pheiros sensed his nervous energy, but he didn't understand it. The sound of the howl had him returning his attention to the place where he had scented all of the strangers.

He stood up straight when the first stranger approached, puffing his chest out a little so that he looked bigger than he actually was. But, then she asked a question, and he had no idea how to answer, so he looked to dad, uncertainty in his expression. Dad didn't talk, he had just started realizing that, but Pheiros knew he had a plan; he always did. 

Another woman lurked in the background, and the golden pup looked at her curiously before his attention was stolen by the third stranger. Pheiros found her really interesting; she came closer than the first woman, and it seemed she knew Dad. His tail wagged a little, and he jumped forward to attempt to playfully nip at one of the reddish-brown woman's front paws.