Re: Holding Pens - Keara
Ten let the leash curl up in Keara's lap, before he shut the passenger door, and easily loped around to the driver's side.
"Well, now home," he said, turning the key, and making his way out of the crowded parking lot.
"Though I'm afraid she's not quite set up to be called home, sweet home, just yet. Mostly a lot of boxes, but you'll have a room and a bed. We'll get you in a bath, and then tomorrow we'll figure out what you're good for."