>>5754552>>5754553>>5754557>PassYou carefully walk towards the Houndour. His growl increases with each step, the alleyway beast arches its back as fur stands up. The creature bares its fangs and small bursts of flames come out of its snout with each agitated breath. You recognize the feeling in his eyes. Fear. This morning incident has changed its perception of you, no longer prey, but unsure if you’ve become a predator, and seeing you waltz towards it without a hint of fear makes its instincts identify you as the latter.
This is good enough, you manage to close the distance between the two of you to only a couple of feet, any step further would prove risky. You don’t want to scare it off and any unnecessary confrontations would just be a waste of time. Carefully you leave the small plastic bowl at your feet and take a step back.
The Houndour stays in position for a little while before it slowly starts to approach. Cautious, the canine doesn’t let you out of sight. He leans down to smell the contents of the bowl, first, it smells it, then the beast gives it a couple of licks. Once he’s determined it’s safe, he voraciously partakes in the scraps. Once finished, he’s no longer growling but isn’t demanding pets or licking your feet either, he keeps his distance.
The beast looks at you once more, not as prey or predator, but as something that might prove useful.
>Sucker punch it with your pillowcase full of rocks now that its guard is down.>Give it some water as well before leaving.>Extend your hand so it can get a whiff of your scent. Supposedly that’s the primary way Houndour recognizes one another. >Try to pet it.>Just leave it to its own but keep your eyes on his actions once you leave. >Other/write-in 