"I expect him to be in our bed come the morning," Rhy admitted. Of course in their dome the bed was recessed into the ground so the little one could just flop down into it. Now he wouldn't have that pleasure.

"I am not ready to find another little friend yet. Because we cannot replace dear Pretzel."

Though one day another pet, something different, perhaps a bird, might please.

[ooc: omg yes!]