The usually energetic Yamper stands uncharacteristically still, looking at the floor beneath him as he paws at loose pebbles lying around on the floor. He lowers his head down to the floor, his bottom up in the air as his tail stands straight up - clearly deep in thought.
I had a name...didnât I?
He had grown so used to life without a trainer, distant memories of his previous owner had come and gone. Yet, something about something as trivial as a name was something that seemed to be bothering him.Â
Pumpkin, I think it was...thatâs what she called me a lot.
He whines, lowering his bottom to the floor as his ears droop downwards. He rests his head beneath his paws, closing his eyes.
âWamp...âÂ















