Hugs?

"See? That wasn't so hard now, was i---"

...she started screaming. An infernal crescendo that slowly pierces his sensitive eardrums like a red hot iron. And the young wolf feels the blood drain from his face, alongside a rapid sense of vertigo.

"AAAAH, MY EARS!!! HOLDHERHOLDHERHOLDEEEER!!!" And he's shoving poor Panda into Chika's arms in a vain attempt to free his hands so he can cover up his ears. This whole debacle is sure to attract waaay too much attention.

He had slammed open the door to the garage, basically cutting off their way to wherever they were trying to escape to. The metal door slammed hard against the wall, causing some layers to crack and flake off as the old hinges ached loudly.

Not loud enough to cover up the commotion of this incredibly stupud crime scene.

She shoots the young wolf a look from the corner of her eye, one that seems resolved and resigned to accepting their fate as it stood. Seems they'd be forced to figure this out on the fly... again.

She give the little bear in her grasp a gentle shake as her fingers rub between her ears.

“Panda, love—you can stop screaming now… Dad's here? And you’re hurting our ears.”

It stops in it's tracks a moment as the door opens with such a bang she's shocked from her panic but upon turning her head to see the roaring Bandit, clearly enraged and within lunging distance of Achim, the screaming begins again.

Though this time with words instead of a single syllable.

"CHIKA!"

If her pitch got any higher only the wolves would be hearing her soon. Even the soothing ear rubs and gentle request of Chika's couldn't stop the bear's imagination or horror at said possible imagined scenarios.

"HE CAN'T SME-" She stops and stares a second before wiggling and pulling at Chika's dress. "Perfume! You need perfume! SO MUCH PERFUME!"

Well, shoot... Oh, well there is always--

Panda goes quiet and holds up her paws to show she can be cool. It's cool. It's totally cool. It's absolutely fine she could smell Achim's scent on Chika and Bandit wHO JUST TOOK AN AXE TO AN INANIMATE OBJECT IS LESS THAN A FEW FEET AWAY INSIDE THE BAR?!

"........aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The ohs have turned into an upper pitched squeak of panic as she realises she's at a conflict of interest between being a friend to Bandit and not wanting Achim's head removed from his body.

...CRAP!!!!

Fuzzy paws point at Chika and then Achim and then back to Chika.

Her mouth finds freedom with its wiggling.

"...."

"OH!"

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