"Well I am certain you would rather have him grip tighter then get attacked by a mabari." While Jim dealt with his pet, James dealt with his, with a sharply ordered, "Heel."

Interceptor came immediately to attention, even though he quivered. James held his hand up, the signal that the dog was to hold his place until James released him. Which he wouldn't do, until Jim safely had the cat taken care of.

"I am not surprised the cat got away -- I am surprised over what you kept him in to prevent that." He eyed the harness. "What is that?"