[Heather doesn't reply at first-- she's listening intently.]
[The whimpering stops briefly, and some sniffing sounds are heard.]
[Then there's a loud snarl and the wall of the tent bulges inwards as one or both of the Nulls is bulled straight into it. It's either the claws or the sharp parts of their helmets that tear the material, but what comes tumbling into the tent in a whirlwind of flailing legs and snapping teeth is Snitter, pinned underneath a very big, slightly grizzled-looking brown dog with spikes of stone jutting out from the fur around its neck.]
[Its teeth are bared, and it's snapping at Snitter's (thankfully-protected) head.]
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[The whimpering stops briefly, and some sniffing sounds are heard.]
[Then there's a loud snarl and the wall of the tent bulges inwards as one or both of the Nulls is bulled straight into it. It's either the claws or the sharp parts of their helmets that tear the material, but what comes tumbling into the tent in a whirlwind of flailing legs and snapping teeth is Snitter, pinned underneath a very big, slightly grizzled-looking brown dog with spikes of stone jutting out from the fur around its neck.]
[Its teeth are bared, and it's snapping at Snitter's (thankfully-protected) head.]
Jesus fuck! SNITS!