[Mona keeps up her staring contest until the wolf... changes, bulks up like it's on mutant steroids in front of her eyes. At least Spencer sees it too, based on the near-stranglehold she has on Mona's arm. She backs up with Spencer, frowning deeply as she tries to make sense of the thing standing in front of them.
(Hologram? Maybe, but Mona doesn't want to be the one to test it.)]
Okay, [Mona says, the thread of fear slipping in under her voice.] Okay. So we're not climbing. Good doggy. [She spares a sideways glance at Spencer, clearly at a loss.] Can't you, like, horse whisperer it? Tell it to play dead?
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(Hologram? Maybe, but Mona doesn't want to be the one to test it.)]
Okay, [Mona says, the thread of fear slipping in under her voice.] Okay. So we're not climbing. Good doggy. [She spares a sideways glance at Spencer, clearly at a loss.] Can't you, like, horse whisperer it? Tell it to play dead?