He bared his teeth.
The growl deepened, vibrating through the quiet room in a way that made conversations falter and heads turn. Someone coughed awkwardly. Someone else whispered that the dog was just stressed.
Then Koda lunged.
Not fully—he didn’t bite—but the motion was sharp enough, fast enough, that the handler jerked his hand back instinctively. Two nearby sailors stepped forward, unsure whether to intervene or retreat, and for a moment, the entire room seemed to tilt on the edge of something unpredictable.
This wasn’t normal.
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