"Come on! Thorpedo? it's Thor and torpedo! You're just jealous cause he's not a 'Dick the third.' I thought you were better than that."

Ronan whistled and Thorpedo finally ran over. Chainsaw flapped her wings and bobbed her head while she made a cackling sound. Looked like the bird won this round.

Ronan watched as Thorpedo tried to wriggle close enough to lie down on Gansey's feet. "We got them a couple months ago," he said. "People were rounding up strays before winter. I took a few home. Except that one," he pointed at Pavlov, the only one that wasn't some type of mutt. "I dreamed him."