James returned from a provisioning trip with a collar and lead and a small, shallow plastic pool. "He's going to murder you when he finds out you put a leash on him," Shiro said, holding the squirming, bite-y black ball of fur as well he could as James attached(more) the lead.
"He'll deal. I don't want to chase down a wolf pup in these woods."
Lance was marginally easier to deal with, although the seal twisted and flopped about in Shiro's iron grip before he was safely deposited in the slightly-larger but shallow plastic pool. Shiro squatted by the pool as the hose slowly filled it, watching the seal roll around in the water and wondering what the fuck sort of madness they'd stumbled into this time.
"No stupid questions, right," James said as he sat down on the edge of the porch. Keith's lead didn't go quite as far as where he sat so he had to get up and move closer, because Keith had begun to whine at a pitch that would put everyone's teeth on edge.
"So, that's a bag of pirate gold in the bathroom, right?"
Shiro blinked and finally looked over at James, then remembered that he'd shoved the sack under the sink after they'd washed the bullion in the tub. "You don't think that has anything to do with this," he said. "Keith wasn't even here."
"Nah, I just was wondering if it was real or not."
Shiro laughed, and tilted his head forward. Lance rolled around in the water, scooting himself across the small pool and turning over on his back, barking slightly at Shiro. "Have you heard from the Blade yet?"
"Not yet," James said with a sigh. "What are we gonna do?"