Swampson stood defensively, growling low in his throat toward the dogs that had chosen to ignore him.
"Down, Henry," the man he stood by said, placing a hand on the elderly dog's shoulders. Swampson rolled his eyes, but obliged, sitting once more.
The man nodded to the other, but looked toward Kira with some hesitance. "Why don't we let them calm down a bit first, eh? Some quiet time ought to do them some good."
((I'm sorry I'm so slow at responding tonight. I keep having to fix odd typos and I'm not sure why they keep popping up.
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