[He only followed orders and instict, and now his instinct told him to get this thing off of him! The rotting mutant growlithe thrashes about, snapping with his split jaw at the bright orange mutt that had attacked him.
Alessa just tilts her head just slightly, not giving the fighting dogs as much as a glance. No, she just keeps looking at Heather, staring into her soul and not even blinking.
Then she takes a step forward, just one, almost tentatively. And then another, slowly approaching Heather.]
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Alessa just tilts her head just slightly, not giving the fighting dogs as much as a glance. No, she just keeps looking at Heather, staring into her soul and not even blinking.
Then she takes a step forward, just one, almost tentatively. And then another, slowly approaching Heather.]