"Aye, thank ye," The collie said with a nod.

Douglas dragged over a chair for Locke, "Your welcome."

Locke sat down with a short grunt and shook himself. "Soon as me leg heals up, Ah'm gon haft find something' to do up 'ere, eh?"

"Undoubtablly most likely you will be navigator or defender." Douglas smiled a little, "I hope for your sake it's defender if you can't handle Skipper."

Locke dipped his head. "Tha', Ah can do,"

"Can't wait for your leg to heal then Caspian is spooked now so he can't work as navigator that well." Skipper had slipped in the room silently as a ghost.
"Knock next time Skipper." Douglas said.
Skipper knocked on the table, "Happy now?"
"It's the best I'm going to get huh?"
"For now."

Locke pinned his ears back slightly, a little surprised. "Yer Skipper, then?" He inquired.

"Aye and you must be Locke." The wolf extended his hand.

With caution, Locke shook it, but almost immediately warmed up to the wolf.

Skipper and Douglas locked eyes for a second.
"What is real reason you are down here?" Douglas demanded.
"To check on the young brat after all we need him alive.'' Skipper said his voice hard and cold.
"His fever got worse."
"That's a shame he seemed to be doing better eariler today when the dolphins came to play."