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One lone firefly managed to wiggle through his toes and Armando made a mad grab for it. He was doing well so far; while it was far from perfect the net was coming in handy and he thought it safe to say it had doubled if not tripled his success rate already.

Another wolf approached, this one a great deal bigger than the boy. Though he wasn’t the tallest wolf Armando had ever seen, he still was at least triple the little panda’s size and lordie knew how much heavier. Big dude. He was also curious about the net which Armando found relieving. No one on the island had tried to eat him yet and he was due for an attempt on his life.

“Ingenuity, my friend. What my species lacks in strength and size we make up for here.” Armando tapped the side of his head and winked at Aiden. “Also these,” he said while lifting his paws to show off his false thumbs.

“And I would be happy to.” Armando sat back on his haunches, his net held chest level by his front paws so the dogs could see. “It’s more basket than net, really, but I was pressed for time. If I were to make another I’d use horse hair.” He squished the net’s stiff sides lightly and felt them spring back as under his paws. “I started with a thin green branch to make this loop here,” he said, pointing to the base of the net. “Turned it in on itself to make a circle and then bound the ends together with grass.”