[She's in another situation isn't she.] Fuck

[His head shoots up from his paws, ears alert. That howl was unmistakable.] Rose. Danger.

[Resisting the urge to swipe them off his head. He sits perfectly still. Statuesque.] 💦💦

[Volug watches him go with a guarded expression. Bitch spotted.]

[His eyes narrow, but he says nothing. He will not invite conversation with someone who frightened Rose to this point.]

[He points his muzzle in the direction of her office. He's alert, somewhat tense, but not displaying any threat behaviors at this time.]

[He dips his head politely, but keeps his silence. The sooner he is away from Rose's door, the better. Though it is difficult to keep his lips from curling into a snarl- this man has no right to call him friend. He is no fool, he can sense the contempt he holds for his kind.]

[The men who couch their malice in polite words are among the worst he's ever encountered. He'd almost rather them be openly hostile. Diplomacy is not a game he is particularly good at.]

[Out of earshot, he mutters something *very* rude in the Ancient Language.]

... [bows his head politely. Speaking is always such a struggle.] Am... friend of Rose.

[He nods, relaxed. Rose has spoken of this woman before, he knows what they mean to one another.] ... Rose would be happy, I'm sure. You... are comfort.

[He's still ever vigilant, but also listening, waiting for the terrified heartbeat inside that room to slow. He knows Gladiolus snuck inside... she seems to be helping, though, so he doesn't interrupt.]

[Only Rose or Her Majesty gets to use him as a pillow. Sometimes Leanne.]

[Not leaving Rose's side. Not this time. He's going to ensure she's safe.]

[Licking his paws. Clean.]

[BARKING LOUDLY UNTIL THE WEIRD PEOPLE FOLLOWING ROSE FLEE IN TERROR]