[Sure enough, right as she starts to leap up at Ven, the dog takes a last-second detour as she notices Mogget to sniff at him--
--and then gives a loud yip when she's rewarded with a smack to the face, scrambling madly backwards and tripping clumsily over herself as she tries to get away from the pain searing her poor nose.
Ven acts, catching her by the collar and needing both hands -- because while that dog's still an adolescent, she's big, and Ven is smol -- for the few seconds it takes to calm her down.]
Easy, easy! It's okay! Here, let me see-- [It takes a few tries and some more soothing words, but he's finally able to catch the dog's snout and hold her still, examining the painful-looking scratch marks. He sends Mogget the briefest of unreadable looks after a moment -- he does sense residual magic in those scratches -- but then his attention's back on the dog, who continues to whimper and whine as if it's the end of the world.] Hey, come on, it's not so bad. Don't cry -- here. [There's a brief, warm glow around his hand and the dog's nose; when it fades and he lets go, those slashes are gone for the most part, although they're still faintly visible -- which makes him frown. That level of healing should have been more than enough to do away with a wound that small.
Still, it appears to have done a lot for the pain, because the dog immediately stands up and starts wagging her tail again, tongue lolling out happily. Ven keeps a firm hold on her collar as he turns back to Mogget, one eyebrow raised. Not angry, just a tad exasperated.]
That was a little drastic, don't you think? She won't hurt anybody.
LET HER LOVE YOU
--and then gives a loud yip when she's rewarded with a smack to the face, scrambling madly backwards and tripping clumsily over herself as she tries to get away from the pain searing her poor nose.
Ven acts, catching her by the collar and needing both hands -- because while that dog's still an adolescent, she's big, and Ven is smol -- for the few seconds it takes to calm her down.]
Easy, easy! It's okay! Here, let me see-- [It takes a few tries and some more soothing words, but he's finally able to catch the dog's snout and hold her still, examining the painful-looking scratch marks. He sends Mogget the briefest of unreadable looks after a moment -- he does sense residual magic in those scratches -- but then his attention's back on the dog, who continues to whimper and whine as if it's the end of the world.] Hey, come on, it's not so bad. Don't cry -- here. [There's a brief, warm glow around his hand and the dog's nose; when it fades and he lets go, those slashes are gone for the most part, although they're still faintly visible -- which makes him frown. That level of healing should have been more than enough to do away with a wound that small.
Still, it appears to have done a lot for the pain, because the dog immediately stands up and starts wagging her tail again, tongue lolling out happily. Ven keeps a firm hold on her collar as he turns back to Mogget, one eyebrow raised. Not angry, just a tad exasperated.]
That was a little drastic, don't you think? She won't hurt anybody.
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GUESS WHO'S MORE OF A DOG PERSON]