“Aye. Several.” Callan nodded. “War hounds. Don’t last that long unfortunately.”
“… ‘cept fer Bruno. I’m sure he’s still lazing about back at the palace somewhere.” He muttered, thinking about his most useless dog. “-doubt anyone would kick him out, he’s f*ckin’ huge.”
Genii put his drink down beside Callan’s and went to pet Munchie. “How are you the same size as Bulba already.”