[Punching a wolf in the face is not an easy, pain free activity. All sorts of smells are now in the air. Larry recognizes this motherfucker now by smell and sound. Who else would it be gunning for Arthur so damn hard? The same man who had not one but two treks up a mountain for a sick "friend"...
His still pretty wide eyes are now on the newcomer. Fuzzy and furious this one is a smell he recognizes instantly. Oh shit.]
F-[don't say his name!] Fuck!
[A glance at movement. Oh. Arthur. A sneer is on his lips. Good job, Dimick. This is all your fucking fault.]
Stay here.
[Hopefully the man will listen. One injury is enough. Larry throws himself at the blur of sandy color and pitch black fur. He gets thrown off once in the fray to pry on in again. It's not smart. And he's getting decent bites. It's not enough to stop him.]
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His still pretty wide eyes are now on the newcomer. Fuzzy and furious this one is a smell he recognizes instantly. Oh shit.]
F-[don't say his name!] Fuck!
[A glance at movement. Oh. Arthur. A sneer is on his lips. Good job, Dimick. This is all your fucking fault.]
Stay here.
[Hopefully the man will listen. One injury is enough. Larry throws himself at the blur of sandy color and pitch black fur. He gets thrown off once in the fray to pry on in again. It's not smart. And he's getting decent bites. It's not enough to stop him.]