This didn't go to plan

If that was the case, then did Bas own Halo too? But he let her go, he let her go with his brother and sister. He bit his lip to keep himself from blurting it out loud. It was a close call between his juvenile brain and quick mouth.

Armada needed someone to keep everyone in good health, offer checkups, cure the occasional pest, tend the garden and everything else that was part of the title, it was a big job. He was a young lad. Would he be up to the task?

"Okay, I'll shoot for the title then." He said with aplomb, "If I don't measure up ya can toss me from the treehouse." He said with a juvenile chuckle, believing he was being a clever smart-ass.

"Of course!" He lied with ease, he knew what he was doing, and wouldn't want to worry his patient unnecessarily. They always became more flinchy if they were worried about their doctor's skill.

Indeed, he slipped the needle over the slash with a practiced quickness. He used both paws to slip the needle and thread in and out in a ladder like fashion then pulled the thread taught that brought the skin together with little puckering. He was done one slash before Bas could remark on his ability. "One done, I think I'll do one more, the other two aren't deep enough to warrant it." He said washing the needle in some alcohol and lashing a new thread to it.

"Speech"