You're Laughing in the Season's Sky

There was a small, faint voice, but it was shaken from his mind and deemed nothing more than his ears playing tricks. Then came the sound of clumsy movements, which also sounded small, and that pulled Kove's head from the path in front of him to the side. That was when he spotted the tiny, patchwork body coming at him, a wide smile on his little face. It was a puppy, no doubt one of Meldresi's, but not the one he had met before. He figured it must be one of the boys, and he was somewhat eager to meet the miniature wolf. The ghost had always been somewhat fond of whelps, and had often wanted to take them on grand explorations and teach them what he knew, but such things might be a bit much at the moment. So, instead, he settled for lowering himself down onto his stomach as he'd done with Potema, watching as the two-eyed pup grew closer. It was then he realized why the snowy girl had questioned whether he was also the father of her one brother, as the boy's one eye was a bright orange—not exactly like Kove's, but close enough for him to know where Potema's thoughts had been coming from. “Hey, little guy,” he would tell him, once the boy was close enough to hear him.