Alone

Klay took the stick with one hand. It didn't come. She grabbed it with both and sat down. She stared into the dog's eyes, trying to see if this was tug-o-war or something like that.

Klay lifted the stick up in the air, watching as the dog was lifted with it. Her eyes show the laugh that she could not get out. She lowered it and started pulling it softly, seeing if the dog could actually pull her.

Klay pulled harder and harder, untill she was winning. She let go at once and patted the dogs head, as if to say 'you won!'. She leaned back into the sand, looking up at the moon, wondering how long her next change would last.

Klay picked up the dog and put it in her lap, scratching it's ears and petting it. She was glad for the company, because most of the people she met stormed of after the first few minutes. She didn't need to talk to have an animal friend, which was comforting.

((XD You never said how big it was.))

Klay scratched its back, petting its head. She had not seen a dog since she left home, and she loved dogs. They were so friendly. And they were cute. She wondered is her sister still liked dogs. Of course she did, she was always drawing pictures of them. They had a dog at home, though not a normal one like this one. Their dog was white, with purple eyes. It was a Drow Hunting dog. She never swa any of those. Maybe she could head home for a day and get one...