Lion Head Mesa niobium

Midas eagerly slobbered up the chunks, he was always hungry as a ravenous young boy. He was starting to like this servant! Midas thought about her question for a moment. "My enviment? he asked, that word was not something he knew yet. The pup had automatically turned his head at the word. "I learn!! I learn lots," he boasted though.

"I learn different smells! Lots of smells. I learn different wolves like me. But I like my sister the best." He went and ate more of the meat. "There is also difference.... feet! Some hard some soft. I like hard better. I can feel when someone is coming though I often smell them first." The pup was very clueless about the fact that he couldn't see.