Re: SPACE 2
She stands over a human, blood dripping down her white side, feet planted so her body guards the human. Her teeth draw back from sharp canines and a low growl issues from deep in her throat.
"Grrrrrr Rrrrrrrrr!" Intense blue eyes, full of intelligence gazes up at him. Her pure white coat is mussed with lubricates and dried blood. Her lip curls on one side as she stares into Garrats eyes. "Rrrrrrrr!"
She tries to shift her weight but her leg gives out and she staggers nearly landing on the bloodied and severely battered man. She briefly takes her eyes off the man with the gun and runs her nose anxiously across the man she guards, whimpering slightly, nudging with her nose then dragging a paw across his shoulder gently as if to wake him up.
"Yip Yip!" Looks back up at Garrat then back down to her companion, up at Garrat then down at the man.
If Garrat does nothing, she tries to drag the man toward Garrat and the door, gently slipping her sharp canines onto the mans good shoulder, bracing her trembling legs to pull him closer to the door.
As she moves, it can be seen that she has a harness pack around her chest and back, bulging with papers and gear and supplies. A high tech collar around her neck had a brass plate with MILA carved into it.
Behind them, there is a safety seat, bent and warped out of shape, with blood upon it. Strapped behind but also battered is a specialized mini-pod, busted with the door sprang open, and safety harness that looked well chewed rather than cut or torn. Padding stuck out from the edges, showing it was thickly padded as if it were used to carry rather expensive or fragile cargo.