Prince Arvinson settled to his new life. The place was large. The cottage was preserved just for him and Dalton.
Lori built a smaller house for his family. The two brothers designated themselves as watchdog for Prince Arvinson. They built a big room beside the cottage.
Mino thrived in the new environment. He could run like the wind. There were stray dogs and he had adopted them all.
"This is Boz Pinz, Ncle Ton, Bat and Con!" Mino named the four dogs. Dalton, the talking head, did not seem scary for the little boy.
Prince Arvinson was amused because his namesake was a stocky dog!
"Boz Pinz, here's your meal," Arla served a mug of deer blood in a small tray. "How's your sleep?"
"Peaceful."
"How about you, Brother?" Arla sat in front of Dalton.
"Oh, I sleep all the time!" Dalton yawne
