Charles remains quiet as they fuss around him. The children squeal with delight as they pet him. One of them pulls his tail accidentally, but he does not react. He listens to his partner discuss the weather.
Charles remains quiet as the fire rages. His partner is nervous but alert, looking out if someone is trying to break through the barricade. Behind them, a movement unnoticed by his partner. Charles' hackles raise. A blur of fur and then a piercing scream. The rebel drops the Molotov cocktail. His forearm is bleeding. Charles is growling, the man's forearm between his jaws.