and none will shed a tear for the love no longer here

Crimson did not mind her staring. He simply stared back, not bothered by social etiquette. Granted he didn't even really know social ettiquette of his wild brethren. He supposed if he dug dip he could find some instinct that long lay dormant, but he didn't really feel like digging deep.

Snicker, snort toss head. Standin'...twitch...snicker... Whaddya...snicker...doin?" He moved forward a little bit, but not by work of his own. The spasms in his body propelling him forward. He looked at her with brown eyes, wondering and curious. She was a strange looking dog wasn't she. You're a strange lookin' dog.