Locke leaned back, then sat down. "Ah! Now I know. Well, I suppose you already know Wraith? What about little Christopher?" At this statement, Wraith's ears pinned to his head, and his lips curled into a snarl. "I told you not to speak of that!"

Ricky

She wanted to know who Christopher was, but stayed dead silent.She knew that her curiosity causes her to cause of get into trouble, but she listened as her ears were perked up.

Straith figured he meant the white pup. (Who else? she asked herself)

Locke grinned. "It's too late, now! Looks like that one already figured it out." He nodded toward Straith, smiling impishly. Wraith heaved a sigh. "Fine." He shifted, turning around and picking up the white pup by the scruff. Placing the little thing in front of him, he began to groom it's fur. (He's a cat, it's what he does) "This," he introduced between licks. "Is Christopher. The poor thing came to me, starved and practically dead." He paused his cleaning session to nudge the little pup. "Say hello."

Ricky

"Hello Christopher." she said softly, tail curled.

Straith tried to smile. "Hello there/"

The little pup, at first, didn't respond. With another nudge, though, the little creature opened his eye. They were blank, and stared blindly at something unseen. With a small squeak, he responded. "H-hello."

Ricky

"We do no harm." she said softly.She wanted Christopher to feel fine with everyone.

Straith nodded in agreement.

Christopher lifted his nose, sniffing the air, then blinked. "You smell like those scientists..." He mumbled quietly, backing up into Wraith, who stood there and nudged him forward again. "It's alright, little one."