So, this thing that had just spontaneously appeared on their back porch the other day has been following him around, and he's just ended up naming it 'Dog' because he's, well, dogshit at coming up with names. Some kid asks him what kind of dog it is and he just awkwardly says that it's a wolf. But wolves are dogs, right? Sort of.
This one just happens to breathe fire and smoke and is the size of a horse.
He's considering the pros and cons of trying to put a harness on this fucking thing when it suddenly picks up its pace, trotting through the crowd of people that give it a wide berth regardless.
It jumps onβ something. Wolfwood doesn't know what until it turns around with some fucking thing in its jaws, this wriggly white worm-looking creature covered in black spots. Not holding it hard enough to cause harm, really, but it's probably not comfortable, and he doesn't... want to be on the receiving end of some stranger's bitching...
"Agh, Jesusβ drop it!"
It does not drop it.
@alchemaxed
