As she rounded the corner of the island, fast growing comfortable with walking on all fours, she heard a voice. Ears perked up, eyes bright, she paused. She knew that voice. She knew where it was coming from. Trotting forward, she stood beside the collapsed man, watching him for a few seconds.
Sniffing his hair, she sneezed, shaking her head and taking a few ambling steps to the side. He was a bad man. He was the reason her joints hurt, and he was the reason she couldn't get the door open. He was the reason she was stuck here, and it wasn't fair.
Her ears flattened, lips curling back to reveal fangs as she let out a harsh snarl, looking at the bad man with concentrated anger and loathing.