Redhawk Caldera PHD in Bullshit

Cinar can't help returning with a subtle chuckle of his own. He could remember being a real sucker for gifts when he was a pup, too. He wasn't quite as spoiled as his sisters, but his mother always made sure to bring him something if she left.

I'm glad you agree. He responds, tail swishing next to him as he sits. Your pack has become family to me, I want to contribute anywhere I can. He truly had been trying to live up to that. Some days it felt like he never stopped moving.

How old are they now? He asks, glancing to the pups once more. They've already grown so much since we last spoke.