Soren had Dog in a babysling around his chest, getting used to wearing it for when he would end up babysitting his little!self and little!Cass. He knew it would happen, just not when. He was moonwalking in the living room, amused at how much Dog seemed to like it, when he heard the knock at the door. Sliding over in his bare feet, he opened it and grinned. "Aunt Bela! C'mon in!" Dog peered over the edge of the sling, panting contentedly, eyepatch over his left (blind) eye.