Standing outside a simple tent, Milo put on a feeble smile when he saw the flame haired human approaching the tent he shared with his wife Juni, his mother, and a younger woman named Cetna who would have been his sister-in-law if not for…
"Good morning, young Ollie," Milo said, trying to keep his tail from drooping as he waved to the young man. "I didn't expect you to come visit us, especially so early."
"How is she?" Ollie asked, with an expression on his face that Milo had come to interpret as concern. It was hard to tell with humans, especially young ones like Ollie who lacked even the shortest of whiskers on their faces, but the eyes seemed to say much for humans of all ages and Ollie's looked… clouded.
