Bentley was more of a bruiser than the other two dogs, with his front half adding up to almost twice the mass of the rear.
It made him weaker at the long distance leaps than any of the dogs I’d ridden thus far, but his powerful upper body also made him a strong climber.
Ooh, nice.
It’s pretty neat that Taylor is getting familiar enough with hellhound-riding to be taking note of their stats like this.
So is this something that’s been accounted for in the plan? Did they specifically go riding Bentley instead of Sirius in case they needed to climb buildings?
It also meant he had the raw strength to carry three of us and the pair of heavy metal boxes that we’d strapped to his sides.
Ahh, that would explain it.
Our progress wasn’t fast, but we did make our way up the side of the next building, Bentley’s claws digging into the windowsills as he slowly and methodically ascended.
Ah, I suppose the climbing part doesn’t hurt either.
From that building It was one more leap and a short climb to the roof of the tallest building in the area. I released my deathgrip on the chains and got the binoculars and walkie-talkie out.
And this is where I once again need to take a moment to process that “the tallest building in the area” is probably pretty damn tall by the standards I’m used to.
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