“Those hounds are huge. What are they? Where do they come from?’ A bundle of puppies came running behind the main pack, all wagging tails and big paws.

‘Those are moonhounds.’ The boy rushed to the window and gazed down at them. ‘They’re magnificent, aren't they? They decide for themselves who they want to bond with. One day I hope one chooses me. But I'm too young, and they haven’t chosen a male since forever.’ He rolled his eyes dramatically.

‘They choose? How does a dog choose?’ asked Darin.

‘Oh, that's easy .. They dream of you and you dream of them.”