Melor watched the stick as it got passed between them. He looked at Samsul, his tail wagging. He turned and sprinted when he threw the stick. Anastasia smiled softly, "See, it isn't hard at all."

She moved slightly to lay down on the cold bench as she watched the two boys playing. Melor came back, stick in his mouth. He ran over to Anastasia and she shook her head, "Take it to Samsul, Melor..."

She pointed at the man and the dog turned around and looked up at the armoured man. He ran over to him and jumped up, placing his paws on his leg. He moved between his paws as he held the stick in his mouth. He tried to bark with the stick still in his mouth. Anastasia laughed at him and looked at Samsul, "I think he likes you."