Haunted Wood Are you on the square?

The action of his brother resulted in a soft 'woof' of annoyance, but he ultimately turned 'round like the stoic boy he was. He was intrigued by the view of Outside, wondering if he too belonged in a world so big. He knew there was more to existing than staying in the den with his family whom he tolerated, ignoring the calling of adventure.

Too, did he tolerate his brother climbing up and all over him - his knees keeping steady despite the extra weight. Death knew how to speak, knew a few words and their meanings, but kept this knowledge to himself. If he played dumb, perhaps they'd leave him alone for a change. He woofed again, pointing with his snout to the world he'd been spying on with eyes that desired something amazing.