[there is a dog in Lind's workshop]
[there is a massive, three-headed dog sniffing around Lindbergh's workshop. the rightmost head is lowered to sniff under a table while the center head attempts to look at something on a shelf. the leftmost head is scanning the room and quickly spots Lind when he enters, staring intently]
[the leftmost head whines. the other two snap around to stare. there is black fire flickering around the dog's paws and a faint growling noise from one of the heads, unclear which]
~🔥🌪 (guest starring cerberus! :D)
!!!???
[Lindbergh freezes stock-still. For a moment, neither dog nor cat-mink moves.]
[Slowly, very slowly, Lindbergh's head tilts. One hand carefully, just in precaution, wraps around a spanner at his belt— more of an instinct than anything.]
Er... good dog?












