Potch: Annabelle! I'm going to get off you now, but run and I will tear your throat out -slowly gets off- Kira: -focuses and glides to a different tree- Mock: -follows maxwell-
Mock: -walks over to Kira- C'mon girl, we have to go Kira: -looks up- We, we can't leave them here while she's gone! Potch: Or... Or you can come with me
Potch: -kicks his feet and breaks the ice- Silly little mutt -snarls at Maxwell- I'll see you later little one -nods at Annabelle and goes wolfy, dashing away- Mock: -sighs- Leave them, -pulls her away- Kira: Fine...
Mock: -lifts Kira up onto his back and whistles- Kira: -snuggles into Mocks shoulder blade, clicking her tongue softly-