The deepening sunset was a pretty enough sight that Dean half wished he'd brought up colors instead of just pencils to sketch. But he never managed a sunset that looked right anyway. So he didn't worry too much about it.
"Borzoi?" Dean asked, frowning a little. "Oh. Right. Kind of dog, yeah?" Dean liked dogs. The intricacies of purebreds and what kind looked like what though were mostly lost on him. Greyhound though, he knew, and he cocked his head thoughtfully, trying to picture the lines and bones of the face. "Yeah, that might work," he agreed after a moment, throwing Theo a quick smile. "Thanks."