Sirius was hauling himself out of the rubble, with Bitch in the arch that formed with his front legs, chest, and the ground. She stood, shaky, still breathing funny, making rhythmic facial motions like she was swallowing convulsively or gagging.
It might not be deadly unless she spends more time in it, but the aftereffects of being in a gas that knocks you out that quickly probably ain’t pleasant.
Grue limped over to Bitch’s side. She couldn’t stand without Sirius’s support, but Sirius was shoring up the rubble with his body. Grue gave her the support she needed and the pair of them made their way towards us. Sirius stepped away from the wall and the rubble he’d been holding up tumbled to the ground, and he returned to his master’s side.
“Bastard,” Grue said. “Monster. Freak.”
Uh, careful, don’t want Bitch to think you’re talking about her puppy.
Grue took Bitch’s hand and placed it on my shoulder. She didn’t pull away. Once he was sure we were both standing, he stepped away.
I think everyone’s too woozy to be worrying about how well they get along right now.
Bending down with an excruciating slowness, Grue picked up a piece of rubble that had to have weighed fifty or sixty pounds, roughly cone-shaped.
Gonna use that to keep Mannequin down?
Bitch seemed to follow his line of thinking. “Sirius, hold!”
The dog lurched forward and placed both front paws on Mannequin’s body, pinning his arm and chest.
Nice. He’s still something of a threat, thanks to his extendable limbs, but he seems to be down for the count for now.
Bastard growled at the one who was intruding on his quarry, and Sirius growled back.
You’re a good doggo too, Bastard.
Bastard quieted. It seemed he didn’t fully realize that he was bigger, more dangerous and less injured. He was too used to being the puppy, with Sirius as the full-grown one.
Makes sense. Dog/wolf instincts probably aren’t meant to accomodate these drastic size changes.