Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170510014710/@comment-31749612-20170511233836

Whiskey quiclly puts one hand on what he thinks is it's forehead, the other it's neck, trying to keep it away from his face.

Whiskey: "Agh! W- What the... *Struggles* Hell!" He continues trying to push it off, but with his wounds and it's size, it's kinda difficult to stop it from biting his head, let alone push it off.