Frankly, I'm surprised she can fit this much air inside her.

[ He tries pets, rocking her gently, that sort of thing. Usually he's a little more willing to play rougher - he has enough experience dealing with pups to know how far he can go without risking hurting or scaring her - but not while he's this tired. And certainly not when her grandfather can see. Eventually he just sighs, offering her the other hand. ]

There, the right one has better calluses. Take you a little longer to get through the skin.

[ The howling does, at least, stop again. If only because she has something in her mouth. ]