Re: Pre-Dawn Cemetery: Emily G/Hunter R
Hunter's animals were generally not aggressive unless he told them to be, which was a good thing, since there wasn't a leash or rope in sight. The same principle kept the dog standing still, though she stretched out to sniff the offered hand. Hunter also trained his animals not to take food from other people, because people could be bastards, but he still worried the woman might be offering Becky something like a meatball with staples in it, so he called the dog back. "C'mere." Becky sniffed at Emily again, and then trotted back to where Hunter stood.
He laughed at what she said. Hunter wasn't scared of where he worked, or dead bodies either. He especially liked getting dirty, and being by himself. "Visitors are supposed to. That's why they have the gate." He went to find his water bottle, which he'd left somewhere by the standing floodlight with one burnt-out bulb. The sweat was starting to dry, and he felt the cold for the first time in an hour. Maybe it was time to get his jacket and have his lunch break.