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Betty isn't sure what happened. She can't remember what happened prior to this.

Everything feels wrong. Like her body is in the wrong position. But when she goes to stand up, she's still too short. There's too many smells in her nose, Betty giving her head a shake. When she does that, she can feel her soft ears moving on her head.

It's not till she does a complete circle that she realizes the situation.

She's a dog.

How could this happen?? she wants to say out loud. Instead, it comes out as a whine and a yip, something that surprises her. It's wet and damp where she is, Betty trying to walk on all fours to the end of the alley. It's pouring rain out there, her coat is already matted and soaked. She sits under an awning, trying to wait till it stops. Racking her poor dog brain to figure out a way out of this.

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She looks back at where she had been under the awning. Well.....okay. Betty woofs once, tail wagging encouragingly before trotting back over to her spot. Waiting for him to follow.

Bruce is a little slow and unsteady on those giant legs, but at least he shakes off before heading over to the slightly drier location and sitting with his back to the wall, making certain to leave the other dog plenty of room. He gives a low grunt of appreciation toward this other dog and then lowers his head again, trying to let the smaller animal know he really wasn't a threat.

If he were in the mood, it'd almost be amusing to realize he did the same things as a human to keep from being noticed or threatened in his normal life as well.

She makes a keening noise, sort of an apology. I'm not used to this. The setting was miserable enough without having to get used to the fact she was a dog.

Even with the fur, she was cold, starting to lift her front feet again in turn. Her stomach was rumbling too, reminding her she hadn't eaten. Betty paces back and forth a bit before sitting again and sniffing the larger dog more curiously this time. You're quiet for a big dog.

Bruce knows that wet and miserable feeling very intimately and sighs as he feels his stomach rumble in kind. When she comes over and sniffs at him again, he carefully lowers himself so he's laying on the ground and has his muzzle at her nose level, his warm breath focused on those tiny little paws. He's been a stray long enough as a human, that he knows even among animals a little kindness can go a long way. He just wishes there was more food around.

Perhaps if the rain lets up a little, they can go looking together because this whole having a large nose and all the smells he's picking up with it is a little overwhelming, and it's taking quite a bit of effort actually, to keep himself as calm as he appears.

Yes, she's finding it hard to keep still herself. Like she always wants to be moving and sniffing things. After sniffing down the length of him, she sits next to him.

Well, here we are. And what a sad pair they are.

But on the bright side, the rain is slackening. Before she can stop herself, Betty gives her coat a shake, sending droplets in all directions.

...oops. Sorry.

Heh. The low mix of a sigh and quiet woof is amusing in tone as he closes his eyes and then takes a paw and rubs some of the water droplets off his muzzle. Even his expression seems amused when his head suddenly raises. Someone in the alley over has decided the rain's let up enough to drop a trash can outside, a can filled with food. He sniffs the air, and then realizes his tongue has lolled out. Licking his chops, he stands, looking from the small dog, then over toward the alley where his senses are telling him there's warm nourishment.

He issues a low, gently woof again. Come on, there's something to eat.

His nose is a little more sensitive than her own. Her fluffy ears perk up. Food?? You don't have to tell her twice. Betty trots quickly after him, bounding towards the trash can excitedly.

Some small part of her brain is telling her this is ridiculous. People don't eat out of trash cans. But she's too hungry to care. Betty hops up and down excitedly a few times but she's too short to reach the can.

Bruce would beg to differ on that account. Plenty of people eat out of trash cans, himself included. It'd almost be amusing, the other dog's excitement and being unable to reach the trash can, if he didn't relate to how hungry she seemed.

He uses his big mouth to grab the edge of the can and carefully lower it so it doesn't crash to the ground. This way, they can eat longer without the owner of the trash rushing out to interrupt them. Most people don't usually appreciate others rooting through their garbage, especially animals. Since she's a smaller dog though, he lets her have run of the can while he stands watch. He can probably polish off whatever she leaves behind, but there are humans, and other animals to watch out for.

Betty appreciates the help. Such a helpful big dog, she was warming up to him from her first impression. She goes in head first and digs out a few bags, opening them up.

The warm smell of hamburgers wafting out into her nostrils. Betty's practically panting hungrily as she pulls out one of the patties that didn't make it to being a burger. Nomming hungrily.

After she's finished one, she picks up another with her teeth and brings it to drop at his feet. Here, you'd better eat before I take it all. He's probably hungrier.

Oh, oh no. Bruce whines a little when he smells the hamburgers, because he can feel himself salivating, and this is probably going to wind up with him completely embarrassing himself, dog or not. When she sets the patty as his feet though, he leans down a little further to sniff at it, but once he's certain she means it, he scarfs it down loudly.

Unfortunately it's taken his eyes off of the alley and a small pack of feral dogs round the corner, also drawn in with the smell of an easy meal.

Betty eats till her tummy feels less tight, letting him eat whatever he wants. Some of the things she finds are definitely not edible, dog or no.

Her ears go up again as they're suddenly surrounded by a pack of dogs, licking their chops and intent on getting to the food. One shoves her aside, another sniffing at her too close for comfort. Betty doesn't like what he's implying, backing off with a whine.

This is ours, go knock over your own.

Bruce eats what he can, but stops when he realizes that they have company. His ears fold back submissively, but then one of the dogs is sniffing Betty a little too interested and his head perks up with a grunt.

With his giant mass, he can safely stand over the small dog, his paws on either side of her as he gives a weak growl. It's nothing threatening, but it's a warning they should go find somewhere else to eat.

So you're a tough guy? Let's see you take on the whole pack. The other dogs don't take it well, and there's a returned growl, this one clearly more threatening.

Bruce whimpers a little, but the feeling of the fur at his feet bolsters him to stand his ground. He tries a calm, low woof. He's a big dog, he has a big voice. Maybe he can intimidate them?

Betty suddenly finds herself protected from above by the larger dog. That gives her the encouragement she needs to start yapping back at them. Showing her teeth menacingly. Back off, all of you!

The leader, a pit bull, growls louder with his ears back, clearly not afraid of the duo. Better beat it, mister. This is our turf.

We found it first. There's plenty of other places to eat, we don't need to fight. Bruce growls lowly, the sound echoing in his large chest.

Well, it's ours now! The beta in the group makes a snap at Bruce's neck and that gets him to snarl, baring his teeth.

You won't like me when I'm angry. So, back off! He can feel his hackles raising, and stops growling long enough to try and shake his head clear, and that's when the pit bull charges.

Betty was getting the feeling they were severely outnumbered. She starts backing up through the Great Dane's legs, feeling that the prudent thing would be to run. But they were surrounded on all sides.

Just leave us alone, we'll go...

One of the others tries to snap at her while the leader charges at the larger dog. Betty dodges, finding herself backed into a corner by two of the others.

Bruce barely dodges the attack from the first two dogs, but when the third goes for the smaller dog, he's instantly bowling him over with his superior size.

NO! Leave her alone! He doesn't care who the dog is that's been kind to him, but there's no reason to attack her. The other two dogs have rounded on Bruce and jump on him, but he scoots down to the ground and slips out from under them. They've landed a few nips and scratches, but he doesn't run. In fact he stands his ground, keeping his head low but in a threatening manner this time, that growl increasing in volume and almost becoming something else. His eyes are rimmed in green, and the tan fur along his back almost seems to shimmer green as the color creeps up from the roots.

As if the other dogs can sense the change coming, they circle warily. One still wants to go for Betty but she tries to bite him when he comes over. He returns the bite to her back leg, Betty howling in surprise and pain and trying to kick him off. Let me go you brute!

Right about then, the other dogs charge the larger, now greener, dog, teeth bared and intent on taking him down for good.

Edited Date: 2012-10-07 05:42 am (UTC)

Bruce is seeing red, all of his fur colored an unearthly green as he shoves his attackers aside savagely and then goes after the dog biting Betty. He foams at the mouth, the sight scaring off the dog attacking her, but the other two come back at Bruce for another round. He stands almost a full head over them, and as exposed as his neck is, he seems to just shake off any of the bites sent his way as he snaps at the other dogs.

There's a loud yelp from the alpha as the green dog latches on to the top of his neck and holds on, regardless of what the other two dogs try. Eventually he kicks his back feet out, sending one of them skittering across the alley with a yelp.

Edited Date: 2012-10-07 05:55 am (UTC)

Betty cowers down in a corner, her back paw smarting but she can't help watching the fight in front of her. There's something familiar about it...

After a few attempts at overwhelming the bigger dog, the pack is worse for wear and starting to consider pulling back. Even the leader is worried, not able to keep his teeth in the dog's fur, something he's never had a problem with before. It was like the Great Dane had grown armored fur all of the sudden, he couldn't be stopped.

Finally, they all fall back, licking their wounds and yelping that they'll be back with friends! But likely, they'll keep their distance from now on.

Bruce barks and howls threateningly after the retreating pack, going so far as to chase them to the end of the alley before turning back toward Betty. His glowing green eyes still livid, but he's stopped baring his teeth as he uncertainly starts to walk toward her. He approaches and then backs off repeatedly, as if he's almost afraid of her, but he's worried about that back leg, and it continues to draw him in, even though he repeats the strange dance, approaching, and then stepping away uncertainly.

Betty whines, getting up to limp towards him. He was so brave, defending her. Even though he still looks a little severe, she knows he won't hurt her.

She presses her nose against his neck before licking his face hopefully. Was it even possible?

Bruce?

The green dog grunts, lowering himself to the ground and doing a sort of half-crawl toward Betty as she licks his face. He sighs, the coloring in his fur slowly starting to abate as he watches her and whines when he notices her limp again. He gives her leg a gentle lick before setting his head down on the cool pavement and looking up at her sadly. She's familiar, she's kind, and she hasn't run away. Only one person never really ran from him...

Be-tty? He's still a little wound, but calming down. She's certainly helping.

Edited Date: 2012-10-07 06:25 am (UTC)

She yips once. Yes! Yes, it's me. Oh Bruce, what's happened to us?? Not that he would have any better answer than her.

Her leg still hurts, but feels a little better when he's licking it. So she tries to settle near his head, still licking his face affectionately. She really doesn't know what else to do, Betty's just so happy to see him, even in this state. I love you so much, you were so brave.

Tired. He grunts and blinks, the green glow slowly fading from his eyes. With a sigh, he closes his eyes, the green coloring completely fading from his fur and he lazily flops over on his side, mindful not to lay on Betty.

Don't know what's wrong. He whines, opening an eye that's now cleared of the gamma glow, a worried look on his massive face. He licks at her leg again, fretting over her. You're hurt...

It's okay, it'll be okay, she tries to reassure him. Betty pants as she lays next to him, trying to calm down herself. It was so easy to get worked up when you were a dog. Now that she knew who he was, she could almost see his expression in that worried dog face.

Betty whimpers when he hits a sore spot, putting her head down on her front paws to try and lay still. The leg has stopped bleeding thankfully. It's feeling a little better.

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