“Right. Good.” Grue looked at Bitch, “We’ll finish checking out my territory, stop in yours to help you with whatever you need to do for your dogs, then we’ll pass through Tattletale’s area on the way back to Skitter’s.”
…wait.
Am I getting the geography wrong here? I thought Skitter’s territory was somewhere in-between Tattletale’s and Bitch’s. The way I’ve been picturing it, this would take them way north, quite a bit south, and then a bit north again.
“I don’t really care,” Bitch said, looking off into the distance. I was pretty sure she was deliberately looking away from me.
I believe her. She’s probably not particularly invested in keeping herself away from the testers, after all. Though she would probably object to her dogs getting seriously hurt.
It was as though she wanted to pretend I didn’t exist.
Seems accurate enough.
Grue looked at me and shrugged.
This wasn’t going to work. She was too distant, and that was dangerous. Not that it wasn’t risky to try to address the problem. It still needed to be done.
…uh-oh, what are you about to try?
Making sure Bitch wasn’t looking, I tapped two fists together and then pointed at her.
Is that supposed to be a signal to Grue?
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