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She surprised herself by snorting in equal parts delight and irritation as the dog crept cautiously forward. Why anything that big would be afraid of her was beyond her understanding, but she found it endearing. And stupid. She might have been grounded, but it did not mean Molly had anymore use for petty inefficiencies than she had before.
Still, though. Her new companion, if it could be called as such, seemed sweet. And willing to play, however inconvenient it was.
She tugged back gently at the rope in his mouth, having no real intention or desire to rip it from him, just, she realized, genuinely enjoying being with another living thing she wasn't scared of. At least, not like she had been. She supposed to dog could turn. Become feral and aggressive. It was big enough it could do some real damage to her if it wanted to, and she wasn't sure she'd have been able to outrun it for long, even with two good legs.
But she knew it wasn't going to judge her. Wasn't going to ask silent, too-polite questions with its eyes. If it wanted food, it would beg. If it wanted attention, it would bug her until she gave in. And if it wanted out...
She sighed and reached out to scratch behind its ears and under its chin, smiling genuinely for the first time in days.
"So, I take it this means you don't like walks?" she said joking, then considered. Had it been abused? It had darted into the street at four am that morning. Dogs weren't terribly uncommon on the streets, but when they were out there, they weren't running, or if they were, they were chasing. Otherwise, they were wandering, lost, maybe curious. But this dog...
She paused in her scratching, curious, and dropped her other hand from the pull toy to scratch its ears with both hands, frowning.
"So, what were you running from, huh, guy? Is that why you don't wanna go out? Something out there you're afraid of?"
She started to shrug off the idea, thinking it was probably just playing games, when it hit her.
Cars. The poor thing was afraid of cars.
She dropped her hands abruptly, staring at the animal with an expression even she couldn't read, reflected in those big, dark eyes.
"Okay," she said after a long time. "You wanna play, we'll play in here. We don't have to go out there, okay, boy? It's alright. It's okay. You...you're safe."
She didn't know where the words came from. But she knew what it meant to hear them, and she knew it was right. Even if he couldn't understand her.
And he couldn't. Of course.
Still, though. Her new companion, if it could be called as such, seemed sweet. And willing to play, however inconvenient it was.
She tugged back gently at the rope in his mouth, having no real intention or desire to rip it from him, just, she realized, genuinely enjoying being with another living thing she wasn't scared of. At least, not like she had been. She supposed to dog could turn. Become feral and aggressive. It was big enough it could do some real damage to her if it wanted to, and she wasn't sure she'd have been able to outrun it for long, even with two good legs.
But she knew it wasn't going to judge her. Wasn't going to ask silent, too-polite questions with its eyes. If it wanted food, it would beg. If it wanted attention, it would bug her until she gave in. And if it wanted out...
She sighed and reached out to scratch behind its ears and under its chin, smiling genuinely for the first time in days.
"So, I take it this means you don't like walks?" she said joking, then considered. Had it been abused? It had darted into the street at four am that morning. Dogs weren't terribly uncommon on the streets, but when they were out there, they weren't running, or if they were, they were chasing. Otherwise, they were wandering, lost, maybe curious. But this dog...
She paused in her scratching, curious, and dropped her other hand from the pull toy to scratch its ears with both hands, frowning.
"So, what were you running from, huh, guy? Is that why you don't wanna go out? Something out there you're afraid of?"
She started to shrug off the idea, thinking it was probably just playing games, when it hit her.
Cars. The poor thing was afraid of cars.
She dropped her hands abruptly, staring at the animal with an expression even she couldn't read, reflected in those big, dark eyes.
"Okay," she said after a long time. "You wanna play, we'll play in here. We don't have to go out there, okay, boy? It's alright. It's okay. You...you're safe."
She didn't know where the words came from. But she knew what it meant to hear them, and she knew it was right. Even if he couldn't understand her.
And he couldn't. Of course.