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*Arf arf!* Sir Kibble's tail swishes back and forth excitedly as he grabs hold of the end of the rope with his teeth. With a playful growl, the happy wolf starts tugging the rope away from his knight, just like when he was a puppy. With the two of them pulling together, Braggett hopes to save precious seconds.
Sir Kibble continues to growl at the statue, ready to defend his knight from harm. Ready Action (if something threatening comes near):
Sir Kibble digs his paws in and growls up at the incoming threat, hackles raised and his considerable teeth on show. If that wolf wannabe wants to get anywhere near his knight, he'll have to get past Kibble first. Readied Action (If something threatening comes near):
With his knight going limp in the saddle on his back, Kibble growls ferociously at Bax, teeth bared and murder in his eyes. "GGRAAAFF!" He pounces in the blink of an eye, jumping up and snapping at the masked woman's neck. The poor unconscious gnome on Kibble's back, flop around like a rag doll as the furious assault continues, held in by luck and a tangle of reigns and harnesses.
Out of turn actions: For the first two adjacent allies (including Braggett) who are targeted for an attack, Kibble will use the Bodyguard feat to use an AoO and boost their AC.
As disgusting as he remembers lemures tasting, Kibble dutifully continues to snap at one of the foul devils besieging his knight's friend. "Arf! Grrrr..." Knowing that the thing just doesn't seem to care about his bites, Kibble does his very best to just knock it on it's oily backside. Getting over the memories of the taste, however, is proving difficult, and he seems to be more bark than bite at the moment.
Out of turn actions:
With his knight squirming unusually on his back, Kibble is at a loss for what he is supposed to do. "Aarf arf!?" He asks as he turns and hops in tight circles to avoid the lacklustre blows of the gibbering gnome. All the while, Lord Braggett holds on tight and treats everyone as an enemy, flinching away from Hanlin's touch.
Sir Kibble, still seemingly upset about the horrible smell, pounces on the yellow Gaav while it appears distracted and attempts to drag it down to the floor.
Normal round actions if able: *Arf! Arrf!* Kibble continues his attempts to maul the devil, all teeth and growls.
Sir Kibble fares little better with the smell this time around than his knightly friend. Apparently the yellow Gaav has much worse breath than it's comrade, or perhaps it's the combination of halitosis and bacon? Whatever it is, the wolf's snout curls up, revealing his sharp teeth, and his long tongue curls out as he hacks. Not liking the feeling in the least, Kibble lashes out futilely at the yellow Gaav once more.
Having spun around once, Sir Kibble is in a much better position to bite at his foe. With teeth bared and hackles raised, he snaps at the red imp, hoping that it is softer than the yellow-bellied one.
Sir Kibble continues to sit and pant heavily under his leather armour, saddle, and bags full of rope and other gear. His large puppy dog eyes alight on Inky and he cocks his head, *Arf?*
All the talk of squirrels (one of the few words in common that he understands, along with 'sit' and 'walkies') makes Sir Kibble's ears prick up *Arf!*. With renewed enthusiasm, the shaggy wolf lopes off after Castiel, tongue flopping from the side of his mouth, and desperately hoping to finally catch one of his oldest of enemies.
Kibble puts his entire head in the satchel, almost knocking the small leshy over as he sniffs and wiggles it around happily snaffling up the exotic food. Once finished, Kibble removes his head from the bag, stands up on all fours, and gives Oak Sprout's face a good sniff, his wet nose touching her cheek. He sneezes, then gives her a big lick with his leaf covered sandpaper tongue.
Kibble attempts to catch the food that Wetbeard flicks in his direction, but misses every time. Unperturbed, the shaggy wolf twists and contorts into awkward positions to snaffle up the food wherever it bounces, trying his utmost not to get up. Occasionally a large paw gets stretched out to drag back any food that gets away, and his long tongue is employed to finish the job.
Sir Kibble growls at the scent of the Goblins and follows Mathos into the room.
Sir Kibble's wounds knit together and the shaggy grey wolf looks no worse for wear after his near death experience. He quickly scrambles to his feet and gives his fur a mighty shake, spraying Goblin goo all over the party yet again. He then jumps up onto Mathos, resting his paws on the man's shoulders, and gives him a big lick to the face. His tail wags happily as his dog breath and big lolling tongue remain in the face of his saviour.
Sir Kibble barks menacingly at the cannibal, his spittle spraying all over the man's clothes.
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