[ Sylar ran to the top of the field and jumped, catching the ball on its bounce. We was thoroughly pleased with himself, which was why he didn't notice until he was halfway back to Peter that he was alone--and then Mercy was trotting up beside him too.
He threw his head slightly down and hurried forward, defending the ball with his shoulders as he rushed back to Peter and pushed the ball into his hands, giving the other dog the stink eye out of the corner of his own. His ball. His Peter.
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He threw his head slightly down and hurried forward, defending the ball with his shoulders as he rushed back to Peter and pushed the ball into his hands, giving the other dog the stink eye out of the corner of his own. His ball. His Peter.
His tail disagreed with his jealousy. ]