Albin felt dumb for a moment. How the hell was he supposed to know that all dogs chase things. That's not common knowledge! He looked like an idiot in front of Cepi. "That sounds good, thanks."
"Oh, tent! I brought a canvasy-sheet thingy."
Hands unused to working began to tug the large sheet from his pack. He walked it over to Cepi and dropped it in front of her. "Will this work?"