[He looks somewhat similar to a Kumi-ho, or even more strongly perhaps, a stone lion, crossed with a man. Easily as large as Khan himself, the canid being comes up from the Carnival grounds-and after a short sniff, stiffens. He hears the word-] ...Pain?
[But it does not take much to smell the scent of blood.] MNGH-
TRYIN' TO LEAF...
[But it does not take much to smell the scent of blood.] MNGH-
Y-you...
Are you injured, miss..!?