The barking dogs sounded fierce, but to the trained ear, or at least to one that knew the beasts, the bark was not yet aggressive: it was warning. An alert bark for their people.
As Geralt came closer, he would see two of them on the other side of a fence and when they saw him, they stopped their alert sounds. The pair of them looked at him, both solid animals, build for speed and for strength. One grey-blue, one red. The red one wagged its tail in a hopeful sort of way, like it might be inclined to make friends provided the approaching stranger didn't mean harm; the other watched Geralt stoically, suspiciously.
Gannicus made his way down through the barn - he'd been working on patching a few spots on the roof. The barn itself had been in good shape but in need of some care and maintenance.
When he came out, he saw the dogs first, then followed their gaze to the approaching stranger. Gannicus pulled his shirt back on as he crossed the field; the pair of dogs fell in at his side.
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As Geralt came closer, he would see two of them on the other side of a fence and when they saw him, they stopped their alert sounds. The pair of them looked at him, both solid animals, build for speed and for strength. One grey-blue, one red. The red one wagged its tail in a hopeful sort of way, like it might be inclined to make friends provided the approaching stranger didn't mean harm; the other watched Geralt stoically, suspiciously.
Gannicus made his way down through the barn - he'd been working on patching a few spots on the roof. The barn itself had been in good shape but in need of some care and maintenance.
When he came out, he saw the dogs first, then followed their gaze to the approaching stranger. Gannicus pulled his shirt back on as he crossed the field; the pair of dogs fell in at his side.