kings of suburbia

Summer's tail swayed steadily as he watched Sumayl approach, his lips twisting into a crooked smile at the man's words. 'Season boy' was certainly a new one, but it did. "You have a good memory, Sumayl," he replied with a little smirk. With as much of a mess as he'd been in that day, it was probably more of an accomplishment for him to have remembered that sort of detail. He never forgot the name of a wolf that fed him, though.

"What might you be up to today?" he asked conversationally, settling down onto his sore haunches. A small part of him was rather glad for the distraction from his exercise. Likely it was the intelligent side that knew he'd hurt himself if he pushed too hard.