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

Catty wasn't expecting the dog to wake any time soon. She figured she would be a couple glasses in and half the pint down before he even began to stir. Titanic played but she wasn't entirely paying attention. Her attention was a couple blocks away probably balls deep in some bitch. Though it was partially in front of her as well. The massive, shaggy black dog. Still she was convinced he couldn't be a wolf. Definitely a he and definitely didn't have owners that believed in stopping unwanted canine reproduction. Maybe he was a show dog or something, she didn't know and it wasn't her business. What was her business was the amount of wounds on the poor dog. They didn't seem like wounds from another dog, too clean. Maybe someone had gone after him? That was terrible. Catty couldn't abide animal cruelty. 'You jump I jump....' the famous quote passed through her ears but she barely heard it as the canine began to stir. Her attention snapped to him as he suddenly jumped up. Though just as quick his impressive weight came crashing back to the floor. Catty winced but was up on her feet, wine and ice cream forgotten. Hey boy, easy...easy, she said but was entirely disregarded. With a strangely keen sort of intellect her took the IV in his leg and drew it out. Catty blinked and stared. How did he...? He was already trying to get back up. No no...down...lay down... She said as she went after him to get him to lay down again. Immediately he was on the defensive. Fur bristling, backing away from her. Not so far given the size of her apartment. His snarl deep and aggressive, those green eyes wickedly vivid and his teeth fine and pearly. This was no stray that was certain. Easy...easy...it's ok, she said in a slow, gentle voice. She backed away from him and went to the kitchen. Dogs couldn't resist any kind of treat. She rifled in her fridge and took out some chicken from her meal prepping. For an injured dog she could have a cheap peanutbutter sandwich for lunch instead of chicken. She filled up a bowl of water too and walked close, but not too close to him. In slow, easy movement she sat down on the floor, her right side facing him. She was careful not to make direct eye contact, to not seem like a threat. Next to her she set the bowl of water. She leaned just a little towards the dog and tossed half of the chicken toward him. It lay halfway between where he stood and she sat. Though sitting she was at perfect maw level. He could end her with ease. She kept the other half held in her hand. He needed to come close to establish at sort of trust. A very tasty treat for a likely hungry pooch. A dog his size would need a lot more food at some point though. There now...easy...it's ok, she said in the same slow, gentle voice. I'm not gonna hurt you bud, I'm a friend. I just want to help. Come on, come over here. It's chicken. Yummy yummy. Catty was patient. Despite ice cream melting on her floor she waited for him to calm down, all the while speaking gently, trying to coax him over to her. By the way she spoke and her actions one thing was very clear. She was entirely certain he was just a dog. Even with the odd wounds and apparently keen intellect.