I lost a friend.

True to his previous thoughts, it wasn't long before the little Mayfair found yet another thing to hold his attention. At first Dante wasn't sure why the stick was so fascinating, but as soon as Constantine bowed hopefully to him, Dante lowered himself in a mirror of the position, eyes alight with delight. When it came to playing, this alpha did so willingly, making up for lost time. He couldn't help but recall a similar situation, a mud-spattered Junior his opposing playmate, with a pang of nostalgia. But it was quickly gone and his focus was again on his new playmate.

Inching forward, he kept his eyes on the pup and his stick. Then, with a quick movement, he attempted to grab the other end in order to try and 'steal' the pup's treasure.