If things had not been so serious, Kouchisei would have looked a lot more animated. He would be standing firm and confident. Here his expression was stone-faced, and now something had caught his eye his lips rose before that core-felt satisfaction was replaced by a chill. He wrung his hands. Something was hanging on the air and it felt wrong, he knew. This was a place he had to be but now and certainly afterwards it would be a place he shouldn't be at all.
His walk came to a stop at the sight of the blood matting the creature's fur. His mind began thinking about infection and transmission and gussed the distance he had from the animal. It looked like an Akita - and then with he remembered why they were here and decided lingering was probably not a good idea. He wanted to help it, but he also wasn't a veternarian.