[ Carver curls his lip - flashing his teeth at the god across from him like the all the failed hunting dogs and abandoned mongrels his grandma used to take in. Strays upon strays, all of them underfoot.
Pope had a thing about strays, too, Carver remembers. There was one story in particular that he liked to tell, though it didn't end well for the dog. ]
You just climb into people's bunks when you're bored, huh?
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Pope had a thing about strays, too, Carver remembers. There was one story in particular that he liked to tell, though it didn't end well for the dog. ]
You just climb into people's bunks when you're bored, huh?