(his crest is against his back, so the rifle would be pressed against it, not his neck.)<br/><br/>Avihs froze as he felt the gun press against the back of his crest.  His rapidly typing hands went stiff as a rock and a short surprised snarl escaped his muzzle.  His arms slowly pulled back and folded across his chest.  His right paw gently began pulling the pistol from the holster; the action was blocked from his assailants view.<br/><br/>“I hardly believe that…If I’m in here accessing the computer in the base… I must be base personnel… I’m a technician.  I came here to find out… well heck what happened… I want to know why I’m part wolf and part… something else…”  He spread his lower mandibles wide in frustration, hoping that the creature wouldn’t detect the fact he’d lied.