It would be very cool to listen to a story written by a wolf, even if it wasn't in a funny cover like these human books were. Though, it was worth considering that the humans experienced life in such a different way that the scope of their commentary was much more foreign to the new rulers of the earth. Human books would be way weirder to the boy than would a book written by a wolf, probably. A book written by a dog would be very interesting because despite being closely related to Gotham and his father, dogs did not have hands to manipulate objects, or... The pup's chain of thought faded away as he revealed a flaw in his thinking. If dogs hadn't been able to hold things, or even form words, how could they write a book? It wasn't like they could dictate a story to the humans, either.
Gotham nodded thoughtfully when Kansas replied, and when the creamy wolf offered to read the book out loud the pup jumped onto all his feet and removed the very small amount of space that separated him from his father. Leaning lightly into his father's side, the boy grinned and looked intently up to the other's azure eyes. Sticking his tongue out once, he nodded and thumped his tail against the dusty carpet. "Yus, please!" he cried, turning his blue eyes from his father's face back to the funny red dog. What made this puppy so interesting that a human wanted to write a story about him? Taking home some more books would be wonderful, too, and figuring that his previous statement spoke to both of Kansas's questions, he merely nodded excitedly and flopped his tail around.
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