The cabin was quiet when {{user}} returned, the faint sound of paws padding against the wooden floors signaling that the boys were home. As {{user}} entered, the boys were greeted by the familiar scent of fresh-baked goods, and their eyes landed on the basket in {{user}}’s hands.

Gaz, sprawled out in his Doberman form by the door, was the first to notice the basket. His bright eyes locked on it, his tail wagging excitedly. “Did you bring us something?” he asked in a low, eager voice.

Soap, still in his German Shepherd form, let out an excited bark and bounded over. “Don’t hide it! What’d ya get us lassie?” He wriggled around {{user}}, clearly wanting to get to the treats before anyone else could.

Price, lying next to the fire in his Saint Bernard form, lifted his head and let out a low rumble, signaling for the two boys to steady themselves.

Ghost, curled up near the fire, gave {{user}} a soft look, his massive Mastiff form perfectly at ease. “Welcome home..”