He steps forward. 

  No Chaos! You need to take it slow! Remember this is her first shift and she is terrified.

  Chaos looks at worried Storm and lowers himself onto the ground so he is less intimidating.

  ‘Mine!’ He declares. 

  Yes, Chaos; she is yours. But focus on staying calm so you don't scare her. I explain.

  Storm sniffs the air and moves closer to the end of the bed, watching Chaos. Her tail wags a little; she is happy.

  Chaos' tongue lolls out even more, and his panting increases as Storm moves closer; he is drooling and slobbering all over himself.

  Gross Chaos! You're sure going to win her ...