014 ✳ day 154 ✳ video/action

[blackmagus]

[Dogs are one thing. Fortescue likes dogs. Especially dogs who play fetch, and dogs who accompany soldiers. Seeing service dogs in the war was good on the eyes, like a small slice of the familiar in the estranged hostilities of combat. But these sounds?

These aren't service dogs. Not that she knows where they are, but the noises coming from an adjoining corridor aren't from a kindly canine. She knows that much from the snarls, and clicks on a video feed. Jazz, agitated and hissing, is curled around her shoulders, ears flat against his head. Her dress doesn't offer much support for him, but then, she's used to his claws digging in. She prefers it to losing him, in tough situations. Is this going to be a tough situation, is the real q...

Wait, that snarl was awfully close. But she still doesn't see anything... It's a bad time to be walking back to her room, that's for sure. She quickens her step.]

All right. Who forgot to feed the vicious guard dogs I didn't think we had? It almost makes me miss the bears.