Thread: Big Bad, Little Red, and the Hunters. (Fates.Gamble and Gunner)

The seconds ticked by and the dog was not calming down. She could see some stitches had split and he was bleeding again. If he didn't relax she didn't know what to do. Maybe it would have been wiser to muzzle him. All she could do was keep her attention elsewhere while she spoke calmly to him. Try and put him at ease. It was strange he wasn't eager for the chicken at lest. Even a quick lunge for the food before retreating. Though she kept her face and body pointed away from him as she spoke gently she kept glancing over at him. His eyes, fierce and green, seemed keen as he looked around. Maybe for an escape? It was very strange behavior. Then again So was pulling out the IV like he had. A very strange dog. Finally his growling ceased. Well it was a step in the right direction. Catty smiled a little. Maybe he was finally realizing she meant him no harm. She was there to help. More, importantly, she had food. Treats were the easiest way to gain the trust of a dog. There's a good boy... she said as she dared to turn her head just a little to get a better look at him. Wounds had definitely opened back up. Not bad but with his sudden movements he must have broken some of the stitches. Perfect. The best she had was topical lidocaine. That or super glue. Honestly, small, sterile vials of super glue were a medical marvel. His coat was beautifully thick and dark as sin. She already knew it but he was absolutely massive. Catty couldn't bring herself to believe he was a wolf. That would just be silly. There weren't wolves in the area. He seemed interested in the chicken at first but only sniffed at it, passing it up. Red eyebrows quirked in surprise. She was sure he would want some. No, instead he made his way closer. The water. Poor fella must be parched. He was slinking forward. Catty could tell each step was agony. She almost felt bad for keep the water far from him, making him walk. At the same time she needed to get him to trust her. To know she was a friend. As he got close she stopped her coaxing and just kept her gaze forward. She heard the final warning growl before he lowered himself to the ground and drank noisily. With slow, easy movement Catty edged her hand over. Her small, gentle fingers brushed his fur before she laid her hand on his back. Featherlight she didn't even rest the full weight of her hand on him at first. Slowly she eased her arm, letting the weight settle on his back. His fur was delightfully soft. She had a sudden urge to ruffle him and wrap her arms around his big, fluffy body. Yes, even vets got excited about fluffy dogs. When he stopped drinking Catty let herself turn her head towards him. He seemed to have relaxed finally. Maybe he at least realized she wasn't a threat. Catty inhaled to speak to him again but stopped at the long, low whine. She paused, holding the breath as he looked up at her with those eerily intelligent yet suddenly liquid green eyes. Her own bright blue stared down, releasing the held breath in a woosh as he whined and whimpered at her, slowly shifting himself towards her. Well this is... she began right up until he flopped most of his weight into her lap. Oof!...different, she finished with a small groan. It was as if someone had magically swapped dogs on her! Well she got what she wanted, right? He seemed to shift just right for his wounds to be easily accessible for her. If I didn't know better I'd say you're smarter than the average pooch, she said to him with a small grin. Silly of course. Catty had to lean back and stretch for her kit. Really it was a tackle box but it was perfect for a traveling kit. There we are ok...good boy... she said softly as she began her work again. Now if you have even a bit of sense you'll take it easy...cone and hobble you if you don't behave... She gave a short quiet laugh. He was warm across her lap and she didn't mind a little blood on her legs as she fix him back up once more. Rather than put him through stitches while away she opted to tie what she could of the thread back up and bind the rest with super glue. With that done she wrapped the wounds with bandages so he at least couldn't lick them over much. She paused every so often to gently stroke his neck and back. Gosh you're a handsome boy, aren't you? Maybe I'll run a test at work, she said as she lightly scratched the back of his neck. Check you for a chip too, no collar but I bet your owner must be missing you. No way you're a stray. He was all fixed up but Catty seemed content to let him lay on her lap. Her hand gently stroke his fur from neck to flank. She smiled down as she studied him. His dark coat, massive paws and pearly teeth. You know...I kind of hope you are a stray. I've been thinking about getting a dog. Think you'd like to stay here with me? Feed you good food, we can watch bad movies, go for walks, go to the park. I think that'd be nice. She spoke idly to him as if he could understand. That was silly of course but it didn't stop her. Better than talking to herself, right? Catty yawned widely and groaned. It was really late, she needed to get to bed. Just as careful as always she slid out from under him and got up. First she had to clean up the mess she had made. A waste of good ice cream. You're lucky I like you...wasted damn near a whole pint... she said with a fake frown followed quickly by a laugh. Before heading back to the small bedroom she refilled the water dish for him and shredded up some chicken on a plate. He might get hungry later. She put the chicken and water near him and trotted to her bedroom. Catty was gone only a couple minutes before returning with a massive, fluffy, down comforter. Easily the third most expensive items in her apartment, after the television and couch, she folded it up some and laid it out on the floor for him. There was no carpet and she knew he might be more comfortable on something soft. She had other blankets. I'd appreciate it if you didn't rip this up... she said with a small sigh as she stood up and put her hands on her hips. Or...pee on it or whatever. But you need somewhere better than the floor to sleep. Catty stepped over to him and crouched down, gently stroked him and rubbing his ears. Good night handsome, she said with a bright smile before heading to her bedroom. Living alone she never bothered closing the door and having the dog around was no different. By the time she got to bed Catty only just remembered she was upset about her cheating boyfriend. Weird how easily she had forgotten.