>>5696454Fur. It’s part of the dog.
You release a breath in relief, but that still leaves a question unanswered.
“Where is the girl?” you whisper.
‘The human?’
“Yes,” you speak through gritted teeth, keeping your patience in check, “the little human girl. Where is she? I heard her scream.”
‘She tried to run away,’ He answers, and turns his four-eyed gaze upwards. You follow his lead, and…
“Hm.”
She is bound to the ceiling with the faintly-luminescent adhesive goo characteristic to his mother’s race. She’s alive, thankfully, though the wads of saliva-soaked silk obscure her limbs such that you cannot tell if she’s be injured. She’s certainly SCARED, though-you can see wide, tear-filled eyes, and through the half-formed cocoon you can hear her sobbing and wailing—blissfully muffled, buying you time.
What will you do?
>No witnesses can be permitted—execute ‘Chestnut’, and instruct Nat to flee into the woods and dispose of the body>Send Nat away into the woods, and free the girl—you’ll have a talk with her, and see if you can smooth things over> Maybe this is alright? If you free the girl and have Natvodosk apologize, and you pay for the mangled dog, perhaps this is actually a good chance to teach yoru Unknowable son mercy and to introduce him to cross-species diplomacy>Fuck it, burn it all down—hide all evidence beneath a cloak of dragonfire, girl included, and leave>Write-in 