Deacon sat watching Luna play while Angel ate her chicken nuggets. "Should we sign Luna up for some professional training?" Angel looked at Luna for a moment, taking in the dog's every movement. "No, I think she knows everything we need her to and a few more tricks we don't know yet." Deacon looked at Luna, her ears at the stage where they were a bit too big for her head. Her black and brown fur was a bit on the long side, and soft as a cloud. Her eyes showed wisdom far beyond her age, which was estimated at about a year old. Still so much growing to be done. "I think you are correct, Luna is too much of an old soul for her age. She'll be fine here with the kittens, whom I might add are also much too wise."
Angel glanced at Deacon, taking in the concerned look on his face. "Whatever do y
