Leif smiled. "I had a puppy when I was younger. I named him Fenrir and he was a fierce warrior." He had a hard time not smiling as he said it. "We went everywhere together and he even slept in my head, much to mom's chagrin." He chuckled. "He lived to the ripe old age of 15. I don't think I've cried that much in my life." It still hurt a little to think about it.