The last to arrive, Angelus came bounding up from behind the newcomers. Oh, new faces! He skidded to a halt behind the spotless dirt colored boy. Craning forward on his tiptoes, Angel snuffed at the unknown child. He was all about meeting new people, but what if they were hateful like the constipated girl? They didn't look hateful, but then again that badger he'd tangled with the other day hadn't looked like so much trouble either.
He straightened and then eyed them all, his gaze darting between the grown ups and the strangers. That one had white spots all over him, like a flock of birds had chased him around and taken turns pooping on him. Or like his eye spots had grown too big for his face and migrated elsewhere. He was kinda cool looking. And then there was the spotless dirt colored boy. He smelled okay, so for now, he was alright in Angel's book. There was also a girl and Angelus was particularly wary of her. So far in his short existence he'd learned two things about girls: they were noisy and they were mean, and someone would be hard-pressed to convince him otherwise. "Daddy," he queried cautiously, "Who are they?"
