Alistair runs his hand through his hair and lets out a long, long sigh. He exchanges glances with the mabari; the dog wags his tail hopefully.
"Yes. I agree," he says, putting on a deliberately cheery tone. "We should find a few good toys for you that won't shatter anything when we both start galumphing about."
OH BOY. The mabari barks again, dancing in place with anticipation.
"Come on, then," says Alistair, and leads him along to find a good stick or a length of rope somewhere in the house.
Once they've had a few good rounds of tug-of-war -- well out of earshot of the bedroom -- Alistair murmurs to the mabari, Cullen may grumble sometimes, but he means well. He's a kind man at heart. Don't hold it against him, yes?
Somehow, the mabari manages to bark sotto voce, which sounds like a localized rumble of thunder deep in his chest.
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"Yes. I agree," he says, putting on a deliberately cheery tone. "We should find a few good toys for you that won't shatter anything when we both start galumphing about."
OH BOY. The mabari barks again, dancing in place with anticipation.
"Come on, then," says Alistair, and leads him along to find a good stick or a length of rope somewhere in the house.
Once they've had a few good rounds of tug-of-war -- well out of earshot of the bedroom -- Alistair murmurs to the mabari, Cullen may grumble sometimes, but he means well. He's a kind man at heart. Don't hold it against him, yes?
Somehow, the mabari manages to bark sotto voce, which sounds like a localized rumble of thunder deep in his chest.
Good boy.