"Damn, I'm such an idiot. I could have saved myself so much stress." Selia really wanted to kick her own ass but the beauty of the Garden of Mogar quickly uplifted her mood. "I've changed my mind. We are raising wolves, I mean, Skolls."
"Sure thing." Protector chuckled. "Fetch!"
He tossed a jingling ball that Solkar rushed to catch and return.
"Okay, that's going overboard." She said.
"Why?" Protector asked. "Solkar loves playing and running around, but we always keep him locked in a crib. Here he can run all he wants, play with us, and get so tired he will be quiet for the rest of the day."
"I'm sold, but please, treat him like a baby." Selia nodded.
"Because human babies hate balls, small shiny objects, and dashing around like crazy for no reason?" He said, furrowing his brow.
"Point taken." She raised her hands in surrender. "I mean, something like this. Pick a flower for mommy, Solkar. Pretty please?"
