A gargoyle could howl just as well as any silly wolf, and Daniel couldnâ€™t pass up the chance to upstage them. He was just so excited!<span style="font-style: italic">Dan-dans wants to plays with wolfs. Plays with wolfs.</span>Having by now drifted over to the edge of the street, no more walking down the middle of it, he sat on his haunches and let loose something that might have been considered a howl by some standards. It was a deep throated, vicious, wavering scream, torn straight from the mouth of hell. And it was the best sound Daniel could make! He adored making that noise!<br/><br/>It cut off with the same abruptness it had begun with. Daniel cocked his head, one ear up, the other down, tail still waving. He smelled something dead!<span style="font-style: italic">Foods! Foods foods foodsâ€¦</span>His tongue lolled from a mouth filled with razor rows of teeth and he broke into a quick lope.<span style="font-style: italic">Foods for Masters, foods for Masters, foods for Masters.</span>It was like a train of inevitability chugging down a simplistic track, and it made Daniel more than happy.<br/><br/>But waitâ€¦<span style="font-style: italic">Foods donâ€™ts walks.</span>Daniel click-clicked up to the curiosity, the walking dead, something that should be food but couldnâ€™t be because it wasnâ€™t lying down and acting wellâ€¦ dead, like food should. His tail didnâ€™t stop waving. And the lengthy, prehensile tongue slithered out to give the not-food a taste, just to make sure. It wound its slippery way around one cold leg, around the thigh, across the dead spine. Then just as suddenly, fell in loose loops, sliding back toward the smiling face of Daniel.<span style="font-style: italic">Is its mans or foods? Maybe not-foods will gives Dan-dans pats!</span>His tail whipped through the air again as he clicked in a joyful circle around Clay. His tongue still sizzled along next to him, and he sang quite off-key, "Pats for Dan-dans~"