Chapter 7-3

I shook my head, refusing to believe that this beast of a thing was just a dog as I began backing up into the room, "He's huge!" "Yeah, he's a wolfhound. I'd be worried if he wasn't." Was his explanation, his tone a tad calmer as he made his way back to his desk. He passed by Max whilst crossing the room, grabbing the blanket that was still draped across his head and tugging it off as he went. Suddenly, two large soft brown eyes emerged from beneath the blanket—the hound turning and attempting to play with Charles as he balled up the blanket and threw it back onto the sofa in the corner. He must've reached above Charles's waist that's how large this dog was, with shaggy grey fur and a tongue that lolled out the side of his mouth. The more I looked at him, the more dog like he seemed to become as he followed Charles behind the desk. I eyed them both suspiciously. Was this actually just a dog? "... You have a dog?" He sat down and waite