DP Yellowdog (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dpyellowdog) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} technicallyrpg, |
DP hesitated a moment, then turned. Ignoring the dog, he considered her, seriously, for a long moment. Finally, softly, he said, his tone frank, "Unless they are cornered, the herds will be able to outrun, outfight and outwit any infected human that comes in scenting range -- and out there, there are a hell of a lot less walls to get cornered against." He indicated the still growling dog. "Snap and me -- we been together a long time. I watch out for him -- he watches out for me. We make a good team -- " he paused, and the bleakness came back into his eyes again, just for a moment, " -- we take care of each other and so far it mostly works." He paused again, then slumped slightly, hissing a soft, wordless command to the dog, who abruptly stopped growling and came to heel, sitting and looking up at him with intent, curious eyes. DP looked up at Sally again, looking tired and defeated. "...its when other people get mixed in that things start falling apart." He shook his head, grief threading into his tone, despite his best efforts to keep it locked away. "Don't put your salvation on me -- you won't live to see it."