Gisele snipped cautiously and lifted her head in disdain. She had eaten rotten fish that  was more appetizing. Hunting rats provided good enough fare and she refused to consume something as nauseating as that man.<br/><br/>Turning her amber eyes on Jake, the Irish stag hound sat, adoring him. She couldn't seem to be more dignified as she doggy grinned at him, with her tongue lolling out of her mouth. His fingers brushed through her fur, tugging softly on her ears and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. Together again, in this life. Not alone, wandering, searching and wondering but finally with Jake.<br/><br/>The hound stood and pressed against his leg, her plumy tail waving frantically. Now, what, she thought.