Blacktail Deer Plateau hey man,

Kindle began to lead the way into the plateau's woodlands, though he was distracted from any scent trails by his excitable companion. "What's a sled?" he asked, though he thought that he had a good idea of the concept already. As little as he knew of dogs, he had heard that — at least in the lands that his brother spoke of — they made for prized mates when they had a pedigree. Partially for their alien beauty, and partially for their finely bred talents and well-honed skills.

Sled-pulling did not seem like much of a skill to him. Far be it from him, however, to point it out to so friendly a creature.

"I'll do my best," he told the dog, his tail wheeling in the air. "You're little, but no littler than I was when I went on my first deer hunt. 'Sides, I'm plenty big for both of us. Can you run fast? Can you bite real hard?"

Cosmo just looked so soft!