Lost Creek Hollow Perfect

Ashlar had gone from many friends to none and was not handling the change particularly gracefully.  He had always been rather soft spoken, but now that he had learned no amount of screaming would bring Sia or Aeng back, he'd settled into even quieter habits.

Ashlar didn't hate many things, but he found that he did hate this.  Why did they have to leave?  He didn't know these other puppies.  He'd played a few times with them, but Liffey's had been his best friends.  Did they not like him anymore, was that why?

Baba was gone too, but Mona had assured her son that he would be back soon.  He had better be.

This was Ashlar's current mood when Jet came and tagged him.  He wasn't expecting it, and it snapped him out of whatever he'd been thinking about abruptly.   He hadn't been ready, that wasn't fair, and who else was even playing?  He stared at her for a moment in clear shell shock before he looked around awkwardly.  He didn't know if he wanted to play or if anyone else did either, and he ducked his head down with a light, sighing whine.