[ Kate has less to do here on Asgard than she has ever in her life, and it's driving her a little crazy. She still needs to get a job, but until she's got that figured that out... she has a lot of time on her hands, and when she's not practicing with her bow or polishing her slightly rusty other combat skills, she's usually exploring the city with Lucky. God, is she glad that the dog got dragged here with her.
Lucky still doesn't like the city, but at least he's stopped bristling and grumbling when they run into a particularly gray person or part of the city... and he does like meeting travellers, who apparently smell fascinating if you are a dog. He spots Clara and heads cheerfully for her, tail wagging a warm greeting, while Kate's distracted studying a nearby storefront. At least he doesn't tackle her, just sniffs intently, and Kate notices quickly.
She sighs, hurrying to catch up with him. ] God, Lucky. Come on, boy, don't make me get you an actual leash.
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Lucky still doesn't like the city, but at least he's stopped bristling and grumbling when they run into a particularly gray person or part of the city... and he does like meeting travellers, who apparently smell fascinating if you are a dog. He spots Clara and heads cheerfully for her, tail wagging a warm greeting, while Kate's distracted studying a nearby storefront. At least he doesn't tackle her, just sniffs intently, and Kate notices quickly.
She sighs, hurrying to catch up with him. ] God, Lucky. Come on, boy, don't make me get you an actual leash.