Daniel just couldn't understand what he might have done. The not-dead was yelling at him... He pushed himself as close to the ground as he could, shivering. "Dan-dans did bads. Sorrys not-deads. Dan-dans looks for foods. Not-deads not foods..." Just another series of incomprehensible dog-speak, which Daniel thought to be perfectly understandable. He knew what he was saying anyway.<br/><br/>He tried again, with his most pitiful look in place and half rolled onto his back. His tongue emerged again and slid over a bare foot in apology. He hadn't meant to make the not-food upset! He'd only wanted to see if it was okay for his Master or not. Obviously it was not, and he just wanted to be friends with it now. But he was confused. The not-food was very angry, but also made sounds like he was going to get a treat. So his tail thumped halfheartedly against the ground even while he whined hurtfully.<br/><br/>There was also another dead smell, like the smell that came from the places he always found food. Daniel didn't know exactly the purpose of a graveyard of course, and very much enjoyed the act of digging things up. To him it may as well have been a playground filled with steak. He would have gone away if he hadn't been yelled at. Since he had though, the gargoyle was keen to make things all better. He didn't like it when people were angry with him.