Blaze weakly limped after Undertaker, growling in pain, as her movements pulled at the careful stitches. He glanced back and giggled, earning a low snarl in his direction as he flitted around the room, tending to the dead.
She placed one paw on the edge of an open coffin, before weakly scrambling her way into its slky embrace. After recovering her largely depleted strength, Blaze let her head rest on the side of the coffin, her golden gaze fixated on where Undertaker had been moments ago. She let out a growl, lifting her head to search the room.
A shadow fell over her red and white frame, and her ears flicked back against her head, as a disturbing laugh flooded the room. Blaze tilted her head back to glare at Undertaker,who was filled with amusement.
"I'm afraid my guest doesn't want a pet with him, you see, he suffered a strong dislike of the canine family." he cooed, puzzled Blaze looked down, then yelped,scrambling out of the coffin yelping.
Then she poked her head back over, the coffins resident was a man in his late forties. Suddenly, she turned accusing gold eyes upon Undertaker.
He laughed and held up the dead man's mangled right arm.
"It wasn't my doing this time. Don't give me that look." He smiled, clearly amused with her. Blaze merely let out scoff.
What made the fellow so amusing to her? What was so special about him? He was always getting into something, forgetting to eat, laughing at what he shouldn't. Just this morning she had been made to drag him from the docks, where he had been about to fall in a patch of jellyfish.
...
The Undertaker watched as the she-wolf limped over and sat guard at the door, thoughts glazing her usually sharp gaze. The door snapped open, effectively slapping her muzzle, causing her to stumble back snarling.
Undertaker smirked, that must have hurt.
...
A black haired man stormed in, something scurring along at his heels. A small woman with musky dark skin, and black hair and eyes. Blaze growled, and slunk toward the back room, freezing at the weak scent of mountain cat.
Her head swung around and she stepped toward Undertaker, easily coming between him and the guests.
"I need a coffin for a man seven feet tall and three feet wide at the shoulders. Can you make it?" the raven headed man demanded, Blaze snarled and pushed at the white haired man's legs. The coffin probably wasn't for a normal human. This fool didn't need to be involved.
...20 min later...
Blaze sullenly glared at Undertaker as he built the requested coffin. He glanced at her with his usual smile, but said nothing. Growling, she tugged at the chain effectively binding her to the wall opposite the door.
Mentally, Blaze made a note never to bite Undertaker again.