Alone Together

Tythe, feeling a degree more comfortable, lowered carefully into a sit where he would then study the other boy's anomaly. At the suggestion, he slowly reached out a tiny paw and touched the end of the tail, where the fur was long and silky. It reminded Tythe of Flower's fur, which was just as finely silken, glistening brown and long. It was peculiar but all the same lovely.

"Muh... M-Mordecai..." Tythe tried, pink eyes lifting to find the other boy's. He'd forgotten about being conscious about his stuttering, and shook his head. "What do you like to do?" Games were always fun, he guessed. The other pups played games, and while there were a few games Tythe didn't particularly like, he could try some with his new friend. Was Mordecai a friend? His mother said friends were very, very hard to come by. The real kinds, at least. She'd told him that in all her seasons she'd only found one of them.