Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32463050-20170719023704/@comment-25808351-20170719031902

I decide to take her in the house and treat the wound as best I can. It difficult to get her in the house due to her larger size, but I manage to plop her on the bed. Grabbing some clean rags and a little alcohol, I return to the bed side and open the bottle. As I pour a tiny bit of alcohol on the bite wound, the Hellhound's eyes shoot open and she stays my hand.

"Oi, watch it human!" She barks.

"Hey, I'm just disinfecting the area. I ain't going to hurt you. Just lay back and let me clean that up."

She narrows her eyes in suspicion, but eventually lays back down. "Don't do anything funny though, because I won't hesitate ta knock yer block off."

"Charming." I reply flatly. After an hour of gentle wiping, I clean the area and put some bandages there. I let the Hellhound sleep and go sleep on the couch. The next morning I awaken to find that big Hellhound laying on top of me.