Baby: Wake up Salem
Some time passes and a very good doberman discovers her friend, standing at his side and licking his face urgently but with care. Salem, absolutely exhausted and so sore, lifted a hand and rested it over the dog's neck. Baby whined and continued her licking, trying to get the strangely furless troll off the ground. You need to get up, it’ll be very dark soon... You can’t sleep here.
"baby, down." Salem whispered, curling new claws in her short coat weakly. Baby laid down, still licking at her companion's face but with with less vigor. He felt cold and numb, limbs buzzing like tv static and throbbing at the same time. "hey google... call karter..." His phone screen lit up on the crate he'd collapsed next to, fuck was he grateful he didn't hit his head on that when he fell. Hopefully Karter wasn't busy...











