[Teddy had never cared for the depths of the ocean. In all the worlds he had traveled to, none held fast in his memory as strongly as this one, with the dark depths ever in the distance, taunting him with things he could neither see nor smell. His man olfactory senses were rendered useless out there, regardless of the gear provided him. And doggy paddling could only get a canine so far.
Miller's missing limbs were a sight common to members of the IEGP, human and canine alike, and Teddy could sympathize. He had nearly lost a leg once, a near death sentence in his line of work. He padded over to the man, his nails clicking along, interrupting the otherwise silent padding of his paws on the metal flooring.
Sitting beside the human, he stared out into the murky grey darkness, his depth of field far less impressive than a humans, even more so down under the waters. The crew here had to be intimate to certain degrees, but he often had to give people a moment before sparking up a conversation. Most found the voice emanating from his collar jarring at first, and he liked to make his presence known before he dove into attempting to converse. He looks up at one of his many new companions and intentionally clacks his nails on the floor.]
You look like you're feeling rough, buddy. [The voice comes from the collar around Teddy's neck, but despite having the quality of someone speaking through a phone or walkie talkie, it's human and not robotic.]
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Miller's missing limbs were a sight common to members of the IEGP, human and canine alike, and Teddy could sympathize. He had nearly lost a leg once, a near death sentence in his line of work. He padded over to the man, his nails clicking along, interrupting the otherwise silent padding of his paws on the metal flooring.
Sitting beside the human, he stared out into the murky grey darkness, his depth of field far less impressive than a humans, even more so down under the waters. The crew here had to be intimate to certain degrees, but he often had to give people a moment before sparking up a conversation. Most found the voice emanating from his collar jarring at first, and he liked to make his presence known before he dove into attempting to converse. He looks up at one of his many new companions and intentionally clacks his nails on the floor.]
You look like you're feeling rough, buddy. [The voice comes from the collar around Teddy's neck, but despite having the quality of someone speaking through a phone or walkie talkie, it's human and not robotic.]