"Human. Such a pitiful weakling. What should we do, Bro Dog?" Star asked.
Just from the sound of footsteps, Star could determine the newcomer's species and approximate strength. Although Star's power far exceeded Cyclops's, he still habitually consulted Cyclops when problems arose. After all, in Star's eyes, Cyclops possessed much richer worldly experience.
"Don't worry about it. I'm almost done..." Cyclops replied.
Star rolled his eyes. Who even knew what Cyclops meant by 'almost done'?
The footsteps drew nearer, and Cyclops's 'assault' grew more intense. Soon, an old but sturdily built man holding a hunting rifle appeared in their line of sight.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Cyclops and Star carried on with what they were doing, unfazed, while the German Shepherd beneath Cyclops whined as if it had seen a family member.
"Daddy, help me..."
The grief in its voice was so clear that even Star, who didn't understand the language, could discern it.
