Lost Creek Hollow Once I Get a Grip

At some point, he found himself questioning whether or not she was going to bite his face off. How was he supposed to do know what puppies did? Maybe she'd use her big ears to shoot the suns laser beams at him. He laid in awkward positioning, staring dumbfounded.

Then, he scoffed. "Psht." Or rather, gave a light tease of disbelief. He flicked an ear. "Yeah? You've been in fights?" he prompted. Well, then she had spunk! Oh-- a bone! She fought over a bone!.........

"Did you win?"

His eyes crossed between her forehead and chin when she gasped, searching for answers she'd quickly given. She seemed excited.

His lip twitched, words trying to form that weren't there. A blink, and an empty, unsure stare. Confused. Starclan? Then, his lip twitched more as he tried to speak. With a hushed whisper. "Starclan?" his gaze averted. "I-I-I don't think they'd want anything to do with me, kid." If only she knew his sins and woes. He did not feel worthy to even speak to gods or spirits, if there were any. Why would they wish to see him?