"Brother Crim, why so quiet? The team feels so lifeless without you. Say something."
Crimson Reaper was nearly in tears. "Little Chili Sister, Little Chili Aunt, Little Chili Grandmother, I was wrong. I will never dare to offend you again. Please spare this dog's life."
"No, no, it's my fault. I didn't realize how lonely you were. I only ever wanted to make you smile…"
Don would have wagered real money that Crimson Reaper would never tease this particular cute little beauty again as long as he lived.
Crimson Reaper looked around desperately, small eyes filled with despair. "Someone save me."
Dust glanced around casually. "Oh, there are wolves over there. Let's go hunt them."
"Dust, you absolute traitor."
"Hm? I thought I heard someone cursing me. Ah well, never mind."
"Brother Don, Uncle Don…"
Don looked up at the sky. "The weather is really nice today."
"Come on…"
