The Poetical Answer
With him was a younger dog, with wiry fur, a deerhound or something. carl didn't seem to recognize _her_, though. "are you lost or something?" "no. just..." she fumbled, tilting her head back towards the memorial.
With him was a younger dog, with wiry fur, a deerhound or something. carl didn't seem to recognize _her_, though. "are you lost or something?" "no. just..." she fumbled, tilting her head back towards the memorial.