the want to gently take those i care about to a safe hovel in the woods and rest my head on them and make them feel safe. to make sure they know that my strength is there to protect them.
i am loyal to my last breath. i am as vicious as the unforgiving winter. my strength is yours, too. and only meant to hold you gently. never to keep you from venturing on your own. cause I know you are capable. but i want you to know that my strength is always there for you to dip into when you need it.
you are not alone. you do not have to fight alone.
any other canine therians live away from town n when something goes bump in the night you are ALERT and AWAKE my ears are SWIVELING and my hackles are RAISED WHEREβS THE DANGER WHERE IS IT
i am beginning to suspect that the research center i was being held at was somewhere in russia. though really the only memories i have of the outside of the facility are lots of snow, very rocky and large open spaces, and not much vegetation? i am unsure of where that could be.
i wasn't allowed outside very often. very few times cause my radioactivity could leech into the surroundings. plus the scientists couldn't exactly keep me on a leash since they couldn't get very close to me.
i feel like the architecture was very brutalist. lots of concrete and steel and sharp edges.
its all very hazy.