The name General was a domineering name that William, Lucas, Amelia, Emma, and Harper had come up with yesterday.
The wolfdog was squatting on the ground, its fur still messy and unresponsive. Amelia touched it and smoothed its fur before saying, "General, can you help me find someone? If you find them, I'll give you a drumstick!"
General was a dog with no interest in food. He looked at Amelia and panted with his tongue out.
Amelia's eyes darted around. "If you find it, I won't make you eat Chinese medicine."
