you my best friend

Just as the night was beginning to lengthen over the mountain, Ghoul could feel the tremor of running paws against the slate beneath him. His brother's scent and something else wafted into his nose and he couldn't help but grin. He knew at heart that whenever he needed Mac, Mac would be there. Letting his shortened tail wiggle excitedly behind him, Ghoul took a moment to brush off any excess dirt from the meat at his paws. As his spotted brother approached, he took a seat and let his head tilt to the side. What in the world had Mac brought him? Peering closely at the long, skinny, and sort of weird-looking shape that his brother placed on the ground, he let out a chuckle.

"Perhaps it is," he rumbled as he looked up to Mac. Feeling the dirt rustle behind him as his tail wagged harder against the ground, he looked down once more at the snake. It was a snake, right? Dead, yes, but also not as dead appearing as Ghoul knew dead snakes to look. "And uh, is that for me?" The pup asked quizzically as his ruby eyes looked back up to the ivory and obsidian brother before him. "Please tell me it's not a snack," he said with a joking tone, his smile hesitant to grow bigger as he hoped Mac would explain what exactly the gift was.

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