"Are you ready, Rowie?" The grey wolf asked, looking down at the small white pup before him. It was not like Rowie was as small as a mouse, but the wolf was easily bigger than the largest breed of dogs that humans had created. "You can change your fantasy now if that's what you desire." He warned him before they started their meeting with that special person that once took a place in Vanilla's short life.
"...Yes," The pup confidently responded. "I am ready."
Even though Rowie could still change his decision, the pup kept confident in what he had chosen. He would be lying to himself if he said that he didn't have any other desires and fantasies, but what good would be some dreams of being strong, having all the food in the world, or running in the most awaited dog race, when what made him not only feel happy but also content deep inside his chest was his best friend's happiness and good being.