I don't own A:TLA
I ran along the ground at a pace that seemed to impress June. I dodged trees with ease, following the scent of the run away man, ignoring the many other smells. I ran up down a boardwalk and leapt on board a ship.
"Get back! We're after a stow away!" June yelled. I felt a surge of happiness and gratefulness that she said 'we' instead of 'I'. It's isn't easy being a teenage girl and a shirshu so being noted was a confidence booster.
"There are no stowaway's on my ship!" a teenage boy yelled. A man that smelled of ginseng was staring at June oddly. I felt a protective snarl rip through me and I ripped a piece of the deck off and threw it, sticking my head through the hole I made. I sniffed around and the stowaway fell out of a barrel. He whimpered and ran, jumping out of the hole. I whipped my head up and slammed him in the back of the neck with my tongue. He dropped like a stone. June hopped off my back and walked forward.
"He's paralyzed." the teenager muttered in awe.
"Only temporarily. The toxins will wear off in about an hour. But by then, he'll be in jail and I'll have my money." June said. If I could pout in shirshu form, I would. Not 'we' and 'our' but 'I' and 'my'.
"But how'd you find him on my ship?" The teenager asked. I looked at him as June threw the man onto the saddle on my back and patted my side.
"My shirshu can smell a rat a continent away." June said, mounting. I felt sadness wash over me. I'll always be a stupid beast to her, won't I?
"Well, I'm impressed." I heard the old man say. I let out a sob but as a shirshu, it sounded like a snarl. June cracked a whip on my shoulder and I yelped, jumping off the ship and onto the dock. I ran.