Hideaway Strath Curious to see

Eyeing his pack mate—a term he supposed was meant to put some form of amicability and companionship toward the other—he gave a quick nod of silent greeting, his own black-tipped tail giving an idle flick through the air. “Pippin,” he returned, allowing a moment of silence to follow his introduction.

“Sounds like you have a cold.” Genius presumption, Pip. “Anything you need help with to lighten your load so you can get some rest?”