002 ☍ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO ( day 154 )

[thatoldthatkind]

--Ahh, sssh, shhhh. [ There's a pause. ] There you are. I can hear you. Tap, tap, tap. Howling. Walls don't howl. Unless there's some sort of crack in the wall. Which, not the sort of crack I am thinking of...

[ The Doctor is seen placing his ear up against the wall and listening closely. A few might be able to pick up distant wails or growling. His eyes go up to the ceiling as he taps the wall with his finger every now and then. ]

Not good. Very not good. This is bad. [ He raises his head from the wall and rubs his fingers together. ] Okay. So, think, Doctor, think. Growling noises usually means animals. Angry animals. Animals that do not want to be disturbed. Probably because they are territorial or maybe because their wounded. If I was a betting man, I would say not wounded. Ergo leaving territorial.

[ He spins around, coat tails coming around him. ] Time to say hello to the big bad wolf.

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.