#warhoundisms

Barks back, just to be a little shit.

“You’re in my way,” he tells it, though there’s plenty of room to move around it. He just feels like being stubborn.

Best not to touch strange dogs, he should know. The least the soldier can do, though, he figures, is hold his hand out to be sniffed.

Raspy breaths came from Frank after he spent his last round against the oncoming Soviet soldier, gloved hands slowly reached for the blade on his shoulder, removing the sharp object in a single fluid motion he looked towards DD at his side, his voice coming as a whisper. “D.D. Go to the landing zone! GO!”

‘ Huh...A dog with an eyepatch? How’s it goin’ little guy? ‘

“--------You again. You followin’ me?  Hm? That what this is about?”

“Oh why, hello there... Dog...Wolf...Cute...Thing.... I might steal you from your boss. Do you want a treat?”