Bentley and the rest of her pack drew towards the source of the howling. Sirius stood outside an apartment block, filling the evening with that mournful, haunting sound that carried through the air.
Heya!
She hopped down from Bentley’s back, and used the back of her hand to wipe away some of the sweat, mucus and blood that had transferred from his back to her inner thigh. “Sirius! Good boy!”
Yes, a very good boy. :Å)
He wagged his tail, and the tip of it made trails in the water.
There is seriously no getting away from water in Brockton Bay these days.
“Sirius, guard!” she pointed toward the front door of the building. “Bentley! Guard!” She pointed at the little emergency exit at the side.
Hm. So is this her target, then? Or is it home?
The two dogs moved to their respective positions.
Good doggos.
“Sit!” Her dogs all sat. She noted Magic was a little slower than the rest to obey. Would Magic have listened if the other dogs hadn’t been here?
Hm, who knows.
If she hadn’t been following along with the others? Bitch made a mental note.
I thought she already did. I guess “noted” was just meant as “noticed”, then, fair enough.
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