“Put yer back into it, woman.” Barrett teased Waffle as they worked to shove the door open.
The little dog (or wolf by the looks of it) backed up to the wall and growled. It had reddish-brown fur and its fluffy ears flattened against its head as Barrett barged into the cell.
“What, lost yer nerve? No matter… I’ve a gift fer trainin’ killers.” He spoke to the tethered animal as he stepped closer. “How’s about you come ‘ome with me?”
“That’s awful.” Shepherd said, feeling guilty about asking. “I’m sorry.”