Dog Regeneration

Another tinker with a jetpack zipped out of the dust cloud around us, passing within two feet of me.  She was engaged in a bombing run, flying over Rachel’s group, lobbing what might have been grenades.  Yips, growing by the second, went bounding over to Rachel, and put himself directly into the way of the grenade that Rachel was guiding the other dogs away from.  He flew ten feet, only missing Rachel because she ducked, tried to stand for a second, then crumpled.

Couldn’t chase.  It’d be starting from square one, and this tinker was favoring the dust clouds.

Rachel spun on her heel, turning her full focus toward Yips.  He began growing faster, regenerating, the wound closing.