Bramblepoint Sweet summer child

Amalia shook her head. Amusement alight in her eyes. This dog was funny. A bit strange, but in the best possible way, and his mood was a nice one. He didn't seem to be unhappy in any regard. Simply, happy go lucky.

Very well. You're gonna want to bring them this way. I'll grab. Amalia could usually grab two, she hoped she could do as well here, and that this stranger would have enough sense to grab one or two as he chased as well. But if not they would just chase again. It wasn't that big of a deal. They were both healthy, and fit.

Go ahead, stranger.