The young man did not answer the question, instead, he started petting Bingo's head.
Bingo initially bared his teeth at the young man, but upon seeing Marigold's friendly demeanor, he reluctantly endured the petting.
"Good boy. Is he yours?"
Marigold felt a twinge of guilt, inexplicably. Yet, after spending so many days together, the dog had been unusually obedient, even finding food, shelter, and protection from predators and venomous snakes in the deep wilderness. In a sense, he was hers.
"Y-yeah. What's your name, by the way?"
"He's Choice!" The girl with pigtails raised her hand eagerly, answering before anyone else could, "His name is Choice. I'm Emma, and this annoying kid here is Genk." She pointed to the boy beside her, clearly addressing him.
