Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20150608163343/@comment-67.60.14.46-20150615224806

(How tall we talking? I consider anything above 5 foot 9 inches to be too masculine, also I hate muscular women...)

As the dejected Hellhound wanders away, I grab her shoulder:

"It wasn't lack of appreciation, it was shock. I mean, shit, I almost died. This act of kindness won't be forgotten, I'm good to my own. From now on, if you need something I'm your man."

After that, we cultivate a beautiful friendship. I keep to my word, the second she calls out, I'm there, and she does the same; I also try to find a man for her. I am kinda pissed that I seemed to have forgotten that I always have a knife on me, could've been my own savior! (HAPPY ENDING!)