<strong>Name</strong>: Brandon Circeli<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The beach, near the floating section of hull<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Theresa, Sae'Ka, Callenda<br/><br/>"<strong>It's a dog</strong>" Brandon proclaimed as he came to the realization just what those snarls were, "<strong>At least, it's <em>probably</em> a dog. Might be a wolf for all we know. Point is, it's no grumpkin or big cat.</strong>" Any sort of canine would be invaluable for the trials of survival the group will have to face ahead. A dog or wolf would mean an easier time hunting, a source of warmth or companionship, and if the worst comes to pass, a good protector and source of meat. All in all, it'd be something best rescued out of the wreckage.<br/><br/>Brandon followed after the others towards the shipwreck, noting most of them were looking for a way into the ship itself. Odds are most of them would know little in the way of calming a frightened (or enraged) animal, something Brandon's had plenty of experience in, "<strong>when we find this thing</strong>" Brandon states as they look over the wreckage for a way in, "<strong>just... Leave handling it to me.</strong>"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">[Brandon joins in to <strong>Spot</strong> an opening into the wreckage (1d20+7)</div></div>