Not wanting to disturb him Puck backed his way out of the door, but then heard his friend calling as he did this.
“Pook get in here - I need you now”. Pook was short for ‘Pookhah’ a nickname of Francis’s from long ago. Their familiarity was something reserved for in private. But the two went back almost a century and they had evened out to equals long ago.
Puck heard the urgency and went immediately to Francis’s side to see him on the floor bending over the dog whose head rested limply placed across his knees.
Chips had been whining of late of being weary, and the two had just thought it was his usual complaining which seemed to be a large part of the Weimaraner’s temperament.
It was plain to see that the poor beast was labouring with his breathing. His eyes looked frightened beneath it all. Puck knew exactly what this meant.
“Well, it's lucky you have me here this time” he said with a mock confidence.
The truth was Puck had no idea how this would go, yet had promised Francis he would help if he could, the next time Pietro had to find a new body. Looks like now was this time.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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