Valley of Gold Feeding Their Minds

He blinked back at the pup. Even he had a bit of a soft spot for them, but that just meant that he didn't want to make them upset. He was rarely any good at talking to them.

"You barely look old enough to be away from your mother." He responded. "I can't do much to feed you or care for you in general. My legs are weak and my nose is no good."

He raised his head to look through the grass above her, eyes searching for a larger figure who may be her caregiver.