[ The thing doesn't seem to recognize the command. It stares in return, breathing heavily. Seems to be thinking. It's hunched over, the house isn't as big as it'd like it to be, hands on the ground.
There's no rational thought behind the eyes, glowing grey in the night.
It's muzzle parts and it snarls, before powerfully springing forward, claws digging into floor for leverage. ]
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There's no rational thought behind the eyes, glowing grey in the night.
It's muzzle parts and it snarls, before powerfully springing forward, claws digging into floor for leverage. ]