Oct 10 2018, 10:19 AM
Black heard the strange creature coming before it arrived.
He did not know what it was, but Many was injured, and helpless, and it was now the Black Dog's responsibility to ensure he wasn't attacked. He quickly moved to stand over Shengxiao, his muzzle wrinkling up to expose gums and short, pointed canines, his entire face a mass of loose flesh and intense pale blue eyes. Pendulous ears pricked up as three bass barks--two in quick succession, another a moment later, erupted from his chest.
"ORF, ORF. ...WOOF!" he warned, tail held high as he kept one leg over the downed creature. But the newcomer, he realized at once, had a worried and harmless demeanor; her voice was soothing, and she was speaking, the warm, soft odor of spicy herbs reaching him. He stepped back, lips dropping back over his teeth--but he stood stiffly just behind Shengxaio, ears still pricked and tail still raised, staring the ancient mother down.
The implication was clear: if she harmed Shengxaio, undoubtedly he'd be on her, snarling and worrying at her with great shakes of his muscled neck. For a moment a low, long growl rumbled from his throat, and then he paused, staring at her.
Yes, she--definitely seemed to be helping. I must assist. The only thing he could do, really, was to provide information.
"He was attacked by magic," the Dog rumbled matter-of-factly. He glanced over his shoulder at the Spire, then down to the mother, again. I do not know what it has done.
His own magicka continued to flicker meanwhile, active purely out of defensive, protective stress, ebbing and flaring in the cycles of crackling energy from the Spire.
@Shengxiao