The question gets another nod. He's always finding some stray or another to take in, animals... people, it's all the same. Frank might be even more taciturn than Foggy remembers him, and it takes a few beats for him to decide to speak aloud, pointing to the bloodhound first, then the pit as he talks briefly.
"She's good for the hunt, and he's... cute." Frank wrinkles his nose. The pitbull's training hadn't gone nearly as smoothly, but he was a good companion. That's what counts at the end of the day, maybe.
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"She's good for the hunt, and he's... cute." Frank wrinkles his nose. The pitbull's training hadn't gone nearly as smoothly, but he was a good companion. That's what counts at the end of the day, maybe.