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“That is odd…but they are pretty fickle flowers. If they get wet they just…give up. Ensoggen.”

She patted his head as he blushed, “I’m sure you’re right-oh sorry” she withdrew her hand, “Sorry I’m touchy and forget to uh… not be touchy. I’m glad your medics are good!”

She thinks about that, “It’s a good phrase, and I do have some adultier friends but… most of them are… really far away. And the ones closer…it gets complicated.”

“A ragamuffin? I’ve never heard of that breed but it sounds amazing, and she looks amazing so there’s the proof. Ah! Yeah I have a bunch of carrier and other assorted pigeons. They help lighten the load and I love them. Dog’s a coyote though.”

“That would make sense. It used to rain a lot back home, it probably still does. I haven’t been back there for a while,” he said, “I suggest taking a coat. As my brother used to say, better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.” 

He briefly stiffened underneath her hand, as habit dictated. He told himself that it was nothing to worry about. It was just a friendly gesture. Nothing more or less. 

“Nah, it’s okay, don’t worry,” he said, giving her a quick smile, “I don’t mind. I’m just not used to it, is all.” 

“I’ll have to start using that one as well,” he said, before some sympathy crossed into his face when h heard that, “I’m sorry. If you ever want to talk about it or hang out, I’m happy to. I may not be one of those ‘adultier’ adults yet, but I’m getting there.” 

He was sure that he was. It was slower than he had hoped, but it was better than not making any progress at all. 

He nodded. 

“Yeah, I had to do a little research to work out what she was, and ask a the vet, because she was a stray. She’s possibly a mix with something else as well, but to keep things simple, I stick with ragamuffin,” he said, before he looked curious, “That’s really awesome. I like birds as well. I’m glad you got them.”

His eyes widened.

“A coyote, huh? That’s pretty cool. Did you like, raise it since it was born or at least young?”

“I still didn’t think or ask first,” she grumbled to herself before grinning at his offer, “Well I’d love to hang out too. I have a feeling we’ll be running into each other a bunch more to start with, but if we don’t by coincidence I’ll reach out.Not sure there’s much I can say on the topic though, without said closer friends getting a little teensy tiny bit annoyed. But, I can see you trying and it’s paying off. Already makes you tons better than most “adulty” adults.”

She grinned and nodded while listening to him talk about Misty. She went to say something, but he asked about Dog.

“Well, no actually. I think he was at least an adolescent by the time we met. A friend and I found him on the side of the road on a drive- I don’t know how, but he’d gotten clipped by some sort of vehicle along with being dehydrated and exhausted from pain and heat. But if there’s such thing as a patient coyote, Dog fits the bill. Thankfully. He’s never really gotten 100% back and started following us around so. Here we are.”