A howl tore through the air.
AWOOOOOOO
Are we dealing with Hookwolf?
It wasn’t the howl one would expect from a dog. It was ragged, with a guttural undertone that hinted at the size of the one doing the howling.
Like someone a bit bigger than a dog… like a wolf?
Before the howl had even finished, more took up the cry in answer. A second howl, then a third. More joining in, all at once. Seven or eight.
Hm. Did Hookwolf instruct his subordinates to do this sort of thing along with him, or are we dealing with actual wolves here?
Bentley raised his head and joined them, his tail wagging on his undersized hindquarters, almost prancing on the spot in his excitement.
!
Is this. A Rachel. Lindt. Inter–
…Lindterlude?
I mean, my first though was another doggo Interlude, but it’s not written like one, so the next most reasonable assumption is that this is the perspective of someone who’d be paying attention to Bentley.
Water splashed around paws as wide around as bike tires as he landed, spraying Bitch.
Hiya!
Yeah, it seems this is, in fact, a Lindterlude! Nice.
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