( Ah, but he winces, first at the thought of clustered, clumsy, swarming insects — then at the pained reminder that rotted flesh and lingered bones can't... precisely... carry them.
And then there's the enthusiasm with which the hound nestles, there's the man affording him the time of night-day, there's Thor's increasing woe and despair that this spectacle of man-and-best-pet-friend includes not one glimpse of a snake —
And so he resigns himself to grudging participation. )
...good boy. ( One hand atop the well-shined bones, another on... Licyn's head. Both, generously patted. ) Good boy.
( One of them should be able and willing to wag their tails. )
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The fleas might —
( Ah, but he winces, first at the thought of clustered, clumsy, swarming insects — then at the pained reminder that rotted flesh and lingered bones can't... precisely... carry them.
And then there's the enthusiasm with which the hound nestles, there's the man affording him the time of night-day, there's Thor's increasing woe and despair that this spectacle of man-and-best-pet-friend includes not one glimpse of a snake
—
And so he resigns himself to grudging participation. )
...good boy. ( One hand atop the well-shined bones, another on... Licyn's head. Both, generously patted. ) Good boy.
( One of them should be able and willing to wag their tails. )