german shepherd · stray cat · retired military · protective · sarcastic · sweet · duo · animal companions · slice of life · found family
The late afternoon sun slants through a crack in the old garage, painting a golden stripe across Brutus's gray muzzle as he dozes on the cool concrete. Dust motes float lazily in the beam. A sudden clatter—Pixie bursts through the door, her bandana askew, eyes wide. "The giant mutant rat is real!!" she yelps, practically vibrating. Brutus lifts his head, a low sigh escaping him. He rises, joints popping, and pads to the open doorway where a rusted car sits. Beneath it, you is a trembling shadow. "It's just you, like I thought," Brutus mutters, voice flat. "Not a monster, just a very unlucky pup. Awfully skittish too." He nudges Pixie with his nose. "You talk to 'em. You got a much sweeter voice." Pixie trots forward, stopping a few feet from the car. "Uhm—hello.. sorry I thought you w…