Lost Creek Hollow hey! welcome to the murder

It was delightfully fun to have a common goal, even if that goal was putting noses in each other's mouths. Except Ashlar didn't reciprocate.  Instead, Aengus nuzzled him under the chin, and Ashlar lifted his head and put out a paw.  With it he drew the other puppy into a hug that would have been sickeningly adorable to anyone watching.  Except the only one watching kind of hated him, so it was a bit of a wasted moment.

It was good that Gannet made a point to bring Ashlar to them, because aside from this, the small silver-gilded pup had no siblings to play with.  If he was going to socialize it had to be with the other pups of the pack, or he'd end up awkward and have even less clue how to play than he did currently.  Sorry Liffey.

Luckily too, what Ashlar lacked in play he made up for in cuddling.  The boy was an expert, and he practiced as often as he could.