[In the back of Louis' mind, he can't help but marvel at how quick the not-human gets between him and two very angry-looking carnivores. His eyes flick up to the back of Geralt's head, shocked for a moment, before he's composed himself and stands to his feet. He's clearly very good at putting on a brave face and masking fear or pain, because the only hint that he's aggravating his injury is the refreshed scent of blood in the air.]
All of my friends have hands and two legs. [But he does take a moment to frown at the creatures.] ...But they do strike a surprising resemblance to a lion and wolf I knew.
[A lion and wolf he loved.
The lion still has his teeth bared, but as Louis stands up, the wolf sits on his haunches, his snarl turning into a downright puppy-eyed expression. His tail starts wagging so forcefully that it beats the ground.]
Don't you even think of hugging me, [Louis says at the wolf the moment that tail starts wagging, voice stern and a little flustered, like he's had to deal with that before. The wolf, for his part, just wags harder while the lion tries very hard to keep his focus on being threatening towards Geralt.]
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All of my friends have hands and two legs. [But he does take a moment to frown at the creatures.] ...But they do strike a surprising resemblance to a lion and wolf I knew.
[A lion and wolf he loved.
The lion still has his teeth bared, but as Louis stands up, the wolf sits on his haunches, his snarl turning into a downright puppy-eyed expression. His tail starts wagging so forcefully that it beats the ground.]
Don't you even think of hugging me, [Louis says at the wolf the moment that tail starts wagging, voice stern and a little flustered, like he's had to deal with that before. The wolf, for his part, just wags harder while the lion tries very hard to keep his focus on being threatening towards Geralt.]