location: local park
cap: none
"Baxter!" Silas whistled, watching the dog come back to him with a stick. He had just gotten back in town. He would be here for a couple of days before he had to fly out again. Grabbing the stick, from his dog he threw it again. But this time Baxter took off with it, bringing it to someone else. "Oh god." Silas ran over to them. "I am so sorry. He doesn't usually do something like this."









