Pudding gave me a slow smile, setting aside his demolished plate of pie and getting to his feet so he towered over me. He ignored my hand and drew me into an embrace instead, enveloping me in his huge body and patting me roughly on the head. “You’re a good hound,” he said, drawing a smile to my lips. “I will not forget this boon you have granted me. And I will be your loyal friend if ever you are in need of one.”
Awwww
