Gavin watched his sister as she moved about her room, valiantly fumbling for the best way to tend for her new companion. After a few minutes, he vanished in his connected room and reappeared with a proper large cage with a bag of what looked to be some sort of thick-cut sawdust on a sliding panel beneath the floor. He set the cage down gently next to the bed and waved a hand, "viola. Much better than a box. We can add a blanket and help train him where to use the toilet and he'll be well on his way to being house broken." His smile was warm - completely oblivious to his sister's thoughts. He'd never had the internet.<br/><br/>Opening the cage for her, he watched how she carried the dog, the way her posture and pose interacted with the new weight, the presence against her and found himself pleased. Etania seemed to have an instinctive kinship with animals - perhaps it was her subtle, fresh scent? - the horses and dogs had all seemed taken by her, well, as taken as kennel-laden, busily-humping dogs could be.<br/><br/>Realizing that he was probably staring a bit too much, Gavin blinked, blushed and said, "Dinner sounds great. We've got a fairly good spread - dad always makes sure we've got fresh meat and produce, so that won't be a problem. What do you like to eat?"<br/>