Storm's ears flattened behind his head, his beady, yellow eyes stared at his mistress pleadingly. His large paw resting on top of her duffle bag, refusing to let her leave.
"It'll be only for a few days, Storm." Lillie affectionately ruffled the black wolf's head. No language barrier stopped them from understanding one another. "Look after everyone for me, alright? I promise to bring you something good when we get back."
Storm mewled, his tail wagged in a slow, downhearted manner.
Ethan stood by the door frame with slight astonishment. Who knew this fierce-looking fellow could actually make such an adorable expression?
He's not much different from his mistress then.
"I'm ready! Let's go." Death padded down the stairs with a duffle bag hung on one shoulder.
Ethan raised his eyebrow. Was he bringing anything with him when he shamelessly barged into their home.