A pet in the gang hasn't happened for a long while - not since Copper had passed, and that was a long time ago.

However, Arthur didn't expect yet another dog to wander into the camp, quickly and enthusiastically accepted by the gang.

You've been set on coddling Cain like he's your own blood, constantly playing with and petting him along with Jack - which is just what you're doing right now.

You run your fingers through Cain's fur as you coo to him as if he understands, and Arthur only chuckles at the sight.

"You know he ain't understanding a word you say, right?"