First Step [Video; public]

[dogwalksyou]

Hello? Hello, yes.

[The dog comes into focus at an odd angle - the communicator is on the floor, between her forepaws as she peers down over it. Apparently satisfied that it's working, she yips in delight, rushing out of view in a close-up whirl of paws and tail and glimpses of an old timber ceiling as she spins in a circle. Then her face reappears, tongue hanging out slightly from her canine grin.]

Hello! I'm the Disreputable Dog. Or the Disreputable Bitch, if you want to be technical. Who wants to go for a walk?

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[dogwalksyou]

Well, people talk, you know. You steal the Royal Family's Midwinter goose off the table one time...

[velocette]

[He ducks his head, hiding a grin. It's gone when he looks back up.]

But I bet it was worth it. I'd have done it, if I liked goose.

[dogwalksyou]

I've got no regrets.

[velocette]

Are you a Warden?

[dogwalksyou]

Indeed I am!

[velocette]

How do you plan to Warden?

[Everyone has a philosophy. What the hell kind of philosophy would a dog have? He needs to know.]

[dogwalksyou]

That depends on who I'm assigned, doesn't it? But I think a lot of people here could use a friend.

Possibly a friend that bites when they're being stupid.

[velocette]

I never had a dog. Had a lot of questions I'd've wanted to ask if I had, though. Almost makes me wish I was an inmate.

[dogwalksyou]

You can still ask me questions!

[She does not promise truthful answers.]

[velocette]

Do you see color?

[dogwalksyou]

Some colors, not all of them.

[Not necessarily the ones other dogs see. But never mind that.]

[velocette]

What's the point in rolling around in road kill?

[dogwalksyou]

What's road kill?

[This sounds really weird, guy. She is not from a world with motor traffic.]

[velocette]

It's when an animal dies in an unfortunate accident, and is left by the side of the road.