[ The sentiment is one Jake resonates with, almost as much as the scent of frying fish that lured him here in the first place. It's hard not to, when he'd spent an entire day wrapped around a tree and listening to the wind roll through the leaves above him. It wasn't the only thing Jake hoped to overhear, no, but the last gasps of this planet were as compelling to him as whispered secrets on the lips of his fellow Orbers or the local Hivawei.
Dogs were good listeners. Most of the time, anyway.
There's a note of understanding in Jake's eyes as he glances up from the bowl towards the young man, illuminated by firelight. ]
And? [ He scrapes his paw around the now empty bowl, gathering up the few errant grains of rice remaining. ] How's it strike you, bud?
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Dogs were good listeners. Most of the time, anyway.
There's a note of understanding in Jake's eyes as he glances up from the bowl towards the young man, illuminated by firelight. ]
And? [ He scrapes his paw around the now empty bowl, gathering up the few errant grains of rice remaining. ] How's it strike you, bud?