There was no point in staying in the corner like this where they couldn't even talk. He figured he'd just grab him and take him back to the sofa, so he began walking forward without hesitation.
"Arrhh…"
The child trembled violently, pressing his back into the wall as if trying to sink into it.
His legs gave out and he fell on his bottom, and between those small legs, a spreading wet patch began to soak into the carpet.
His ears drooped lower than they physically should have been able to, his puffed-up tail was now clutched in both hands, and tears rolled down his cheeks like falling beads.
Damn it. What the hell am I doing, scaring a child like this?
Cursing himself inwardly, he reached out to grab him by the scruff of the neck and lift him up.
Chomp.
Jihl looked down at his own hand. The small dog bit into his outstretched right hand with all his might.
