{Thanks!}
Alastair turned his attention from his thoughts over to Echo when he heard the little pup squeak. The boy seemed restless for his age, and he wondered if he'd ever sleep. But he wasn't entirely sure if his energy was annoying, or perhaps, promising. He smiled sweetly at the clumsy, adventurous pup, already hating himself for the horrid sensation of smiling. Let alone smiling sweetly. Happiness and empathy were disgusting emotions that he couldn't stand wasting his time on. He became so engrossed in his thoughts again that he hardly even noticed the raven dog looking at him.






























