[ Wyatt looks at Rosie over a mountain of fluffy dog. ]
Have a pack. [ He corrects, firmly. His bond with them is strained, but not broken. They're out there somewhere. He can get back to them. This isn't like before. He hasn't lost them, they're just misplaced. It's fixable.
At least it better be flexible. ]
They adopted me. I was with them, but the Door that brought me here got fucked somehow. I don't know, magic ain't my thing. I'll get back to them once this is done.
[ If this gets done. If they're not somewhere in trouble, maybe even dying. He'd know if they were dead, though, right? Of course he would. ]
Hey, okay. Come on, guys.
[ He eases the dogs into something like a straight line. When they're behaving somewhat better, he looks at Rosie. ]
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Have a pack. [ He corrects, firmly. His bond with them is strained, but not broken. They're out there somewhere. He can get back to them. This isn't like before. He hasn't lost them, they're just misplaced. It's fixable.
At least it better be flexible. ]
They adopted me. I was with them, but the Door that brought me here got fucked somehow. I don't know, magic ain't my thing. I'll get back to them once this is done.
[ If this gets done. If they're not somewhere in trouble, maybe even dying. He'd know if they were dead, though, right? Of course he would. ]
Hey, okay. Come on, guys.
[ He eases the dogs into something like a straight line. When they're behaving somewhat better, he looks at Rosie. ]
Okay. So, names?