Admittedly, he's never much seen the appeal of having a pet, per-se. And of course Eren isn't one, but Levi's beginning to understand why people enjoy having dogs around. There were some working dogs kept by the Survey Corps in some of the less urban outposts to help keep vermin and other things away, but Levi had never really interacted with them much. He likewise kept his distance from the strays and feral cats that prowled around the barns, because they likely had fleas and who the fuck knows what other sort of disease-carrying parasites that could transfer to him with just one touch. Hard no.

Horses were a necessary part of their routine, but strangely, he'd taken to them quite quickly. Having Moon in Somnius has been wonderful, really. Maybe they'll have to do this again and put her through her paces, have her run along with Eren and make sure she hasn't completely lost her unflappable demeanor in the face of danger.

But this - yeah, all right. He can understand why some people like to keep them around a little more, now. Is it possible to not feel a little bit better doing this? Seems unlikely.

Levi throws the ball several more times, trying a few different ways of throwing it - a high lob, an underhand, bouncing it off a boulder, until Eren seems like he's tiring, and they can move onto something else.

"You good, mutt?"