The trio of small terriers looked up at them adoringly from their fashioned nest of torn laundry, their little pink tongues lolling out of their panting mouths as their tails waved about frantically.
It was here that they had finally be found, after tearing through the throne room . . . tripping one of Zachary's maidenly old aunts . . . . splashing into several mud puddles around the stables. . . . And leaving a trail of rather noticeably paw prints over the white marble floor of the moon shrine.
Karigan peered closer at the muddied cloth and realized it was actually a silk tapestry. Another wedding gift.
Zachary tried to stand imposingly over the wiggling puppies but they only yipped in happiness that their master and mistress finally found them in this fun game of theirs. He tried to frown and maintain a degree of stoicism but after Karigan laid a land on his arm and shook her head, he slumped a little and sat down hard on the floor to allow the little monsters to climb over his legs.
She chuckled and joined him, "It is not as if they would know what they are in trouble for at this point."
He sighed and leaned away from an over eager puppy desperately trying to lap at his face. "True. I guess we'll have to install some sort of barriers to prevent them from getting too far from the kennels."
Karigan picked up said puppy and cuddled him to her chest, "But not too far from the royal apartments."
A naughty puppy who loves the cardboard rolls from toilet paper inspired this.