does anyone want a puppy for christmas?!

His dad is quick to soothe his temper, though the boy doesn't quite settle even as the gentle pressure of a great big snoot presses against his forehead. Instead he frowns even harder, a few little years squeaking out the corners of his eyes to stain the soot marked fur around them. No! He doesn't wanna be calm!

Still, he finds himself reassured that she's merely a visitor at the moment. A lost soul given a place to rest while she recovers. Sniffling lightly, he drops his gaze. A heavy shrug of the shoulders, though he doesn't say a word yet.

Thank whatever gods might exist that he has rambunctious sisters with no tolerance for bullshit. Sid and Cal come barreling through making demands, and the dove grey boy has the chance to slip out of his dad's grasp and leave the floor open to watch his sister's interrogate the woman in his stead.

He snickers quietly to himself when Sid makes a point to claim dislodged teeth for her own, and he won't argue. She's already bigger, and already winning every one of their puppy brawls. So he sits quietly, waits to learn a bit more from their dad about this weird lady.