[She moves when he gives the order, bringing him forward and away from the ledge and towards the presumed hound. She's careful to keep her hand carefully wrapped around his, her eyes watching where she can see flashes of bright light. She feels hot breath against her before she can make anything else, and her heart is in her throat, breathing hard.
The hand around John's squeezes tight.]
John--I can feel it breathing. Go! As soon as the mouth is open--
cw: PTSD
The hand around John's squeezes tight.]
John--I can feel it breathing. Go! As soon as the mouth is open--