Once Arrow saw Misty relax, he began to do the same. He sniffed the air and pawed at the ground. Closing his eyes, Arrow listened to Misty curious what she would say next. Her voice was like an angelâ€™s, but he would not say that yet. His mind was focused elsewhere, though. He missed home back in Canada, as well as his friends, and family that he left behind. The area and climate were much more suited to his fur type, but he could not dwell on his past. It was time for him to look ahead to the future. Arrowâ€™s ears stood straight up and then backed up on his head as he lifted his muzzle to the heavens and let another howl loose. â€œIt is nice not having others telling me what to do, but I miss someone to share a joke with, laugh and cry with, you know?â€ he pondered aloud as his lips curled into what seemed like a smile to him.  â€œAnd, yes, Misty, I do know what you mean,â€ he mused.