Lost Creek Hollow Would you patrol its yellow lights?

The arrival of a stranger had him glancing up from his meal. Tail wagging faster, he shook his head. No, I like friends, he answered, spitting more skin on the ground. He briefly sniffed in the direction of the man's fish but  decided his was more enticing. Although, of he had wanted to trade, Pheiros wouldn't have minded too much, especially if it meant he had a new friend to eat with.

As the the other puppy approached, her shouted greeting pulling his attention from his prize, and murky green eyes watched her as she neared, his own tail beating against the ground. He nodded at her question. Yeah, I think so, he replied, returning to his meal. Do you eat fish with the skin on? he asked, mouth full of food. He had tried that at first but quickly decided that he didn't like the slimy skin very much; the soft meat underneath was what tasted the best.

He felt some secondhand embarrassment when he realized the dark girl assumed his new friend's fish was for her, and he watched curiously to see how the man would react. Pheiros thought it would be a pretty easy mistake to make at her age, and he hoped his new friend wouldn't be too mad at her. Plus, he would share his fish with either of them if needed.