[Serena laughs at the paw swipe and pats his paw back with a playful growl. Smiling to the lick, she kisses the tip of his nose before letting him move to sit in front of her. Scratching his ears, she chuckles at the bark.]
My brothers would have a fit if I kept a dog around. Not with how we live and all.
[Serena then sighs and gets up, trotting toward the door and opening it.] I should let you go before I get too attached. Go on, buddy. Go back to running free in the streets.