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Clingin' to insanity In hopes the world will ease up
The first to answer his call was no-one less than Io, and it seemed she had someone padding along with her. A mate, perhaps? He couldn't recall if he'd ever asked her about family of her own. Then again, he didn't know why that would be something to ask anyway. He remembered Io as the one that had helped him pull the colt from the mare when her time had came, and that meant he had a very high opinion of the red wolf-collie. Gemma had mentioned that Io had came for a visit earlier on, maybe it had been this week or the one before, or even before that, he couldn't quite recall. So it didn't surprise him when she noticed how big Nate had grown. Aye, though not as big as his sister. Are yer, skipper? he replied fondly, a hand reaching out to gently ruffle the boy's hair in complete adoration. Payney. replied Nate. He'd certainly done well to pick up names and tiny speech at his age; a fast developer, Frodo supposed, a high functioning pup. Payne had yet to speak yet, but Frodo thought to himself that although she was fully capable of speaking, she probably was just quiet, or something. Payney. Payne, payney, payne. Frodo wondered why Nate had added a "y" to the end of his sister's name, but didn't say anything about it.
Nate then turned around briskly. He'd been facing his father's back, but now he wanted to get a look at Io and her mate. He propped his paws up against the basket and wagged his tail, shaking some of the thick blankets of him to rid himself of the uncomfortable warmth. GRAH. squealed the little pup. His beady blue-black eyes, that had only just started to darken since birth, widened at the sigh of strangers. And then something clicked in his mind, the slightest of memories. He knew Io. At his young age, his memory wasn't the best, but he was pretty sure he'd seen her before. Shh now, young'un. Frodo said. He turned sideways on so that he could talk directly to Io while Nate could still have a look. It was only then that he fully registered that he hadn't said hi to her man-friend. Oh, hi, yer a mate of Io's? he asked. Well, we'll be needin' all the paws we can get... goin' huntin. he looked around, at the weapons. He was trying to decide whether to use his shortsword or bow, or just his teeth. Aint nothin' of much use fer a desperado round these here parts... I got me a skinky and a bow, but teeth makes fer a cleaner kill... he trailed off, trying to figure out how Io and Jaro were going to add to the hunt.