Moonspear Lets play nice

Alaric caught them before they could fall flat on their back. Unaware they’d been in any danger of such a thing, they just beamed and cooed at his touch. His snout pressed against their back, the rough scrape of his paw pads curling around their much tinier feet.

The puppy sank back into a squat, allowing the counselor to release them. Their bottom wiggled a little before they turned their head, suddenly catching the scent of the berries again. Pie’s mouth watered at the sweet smell. They glanced inquisitively at Alaric before trundling toward the source to investigate it.