Down with the Chill

From within her bag Asmodeus was trembling with excitement and barely able to contain it. New smells flooded in all around him as his mother walked and soon voices sounded from outside. The stranger's voice was not one he recognized and so he poked his white muzzle from the pack to see who it could be. Whoever it was it couldn't be dad, Deus knew he was sick at home and he was not to play with him.

The man however did resemble his dad, and timidly Deus allowed the rest of his head to break out of the pack's flap. He smelled a bit like dad, too. The pup glanced over his mother's shoulder to get a better look and then hid behind her neck fur once more. "Is this uncle?" He whispered to her. "Can I go down and play?" His tail - still wedged in the pack with his sibling - began to wag furiously but he waited her permission to attempt a dismount, no matter how tempting the puppies at Eligos' feet may be.