Garrett really, really wants to attack. This thing is exactly like all the others, the creatures that maimed him and his friends, the reasons they needed to have watches awake at night for all those harrowing months. The world would be better without her in it.
Then again, he's watched his beloved hound rip out throats and disembowel enemies. How many people would consider Ox a vicious beast?
He lowers his sword and slides it back into its sheath.
"Maker's breath," Garrett exhales. "You should put a bell on her."
Owen lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding in when Garrett sheathes his sword, his eyes closing briefly and shoulders sagging. Behind him, Blue utters a quieter sound, nudging her snout gently against his back.
The comment drags a soft laugh from him, and he opens his eyes again, lifting an eyebrow at Garrett. "Tried that before. Trust me, it doesn't work well."
Granted, a shock collar isn't quite the same as a bell, but he has a feeling Blue would be even more annoyed by something like that.
But after a moment's lineface, he sighs, forcing some of the tension in his shoulders out, giving the monster a second (less pants-shitting) look. The nudging is... cute. Like an affectionate bloodthirsty predator. How sweet.
"Let me guess, you found her abandoned with the rest of her litter and bottle-fed her yourself."
Owen just shrugs, lips twitching into a vague smile. "It's a wild animal, what did you expect?"
Of course she would react poorly to collars or any other items that would feel restricting to her. Owen has no reason to do that here. Especially since a bell was only likelier to anger her instead.
"No," he says pointedly, eyes rolling. "I watched her and her sisters hatch from their eggs. And for your information, they don't drink milk. They can digest food as soon as they're born and they only drink water."
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Then again, he's watched his beloved hound rip out throats and disembowel enemies. How many people would consider Ox a vicious beast?
He lowers his sword and slides it back into its sheath.
"Maker's breath," Garrett exhales. "You should put a bell on her."
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The comment drags a soft laugh from him, and he opens his eyes again, lifting an eyebrow at Garrett. "Tried that before. Trust me, it doesn't work well."
Granted, a shock collar isn't quite the same as a bell, but he has a feeling Blue would be even more annoyed by something like that.
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"That's reassuring."
But after a moment's lineface, he sighs, forcing some of the tension in his shoulders out, giving the monster a second (less pants-shitting) look. The nudging is... cute. Like an affectionate bloodthirsty predator. How sweet.
"Let me guess, you found her abandoned with the rest of her litter and bottle-fed her yourself."
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Of course she would react poorly to collars or any other items that would feel restricting to her. Owen has no reason to do that here. Especially since a bell was only likelier to anger her instead.
"No," he says pointedly, eyes rolling. "I watched her and her sisters hatch from their eggs. And for your information, they don't drink milk. They can digest food as soon as they're born and they only drink water."