Sam Goes Feral

The Beast and A Leather Leash

Max kept his eyes shut tight as he felt Sam's warm breath grow closer. In his head he was hoping that this stupid inside joke would be enough to snap Sam out of this and perhaps save himself from getting ripped apart in the process. There was some more silence as Sam stopped to sniff the bottle of Banang being clutched tightly in Max's hands.
"See boy? It's the delicious artificially flavored drink we both love!" The rabbit chuckled nervously as he held the container out further for his partner to smell.
After Sam had taken in the scent of the banana flavored chemicals, nothing seemed to have changed.
"Come on Sam! I'm running out of ideas!" Max said as he stepped back even further, grunting as his back hit the wall. His mind was screaming at him to get his luger, but he could never shoot Sam no matter how many times he had joked about it.
"Uhum..." Max bit his lip, or lack thereof. "...You crack me up little buddy!"
Sam stopped dead in his tracks.
"Sam?" Max asked as he cautiously took a step forward.
"Max..." The beast spoke.
Max's wide smile returned as he ran up to Sam and embraced him tightly. The lagomorph was hardly a hugger, but this was a special occasion.
"There you go big guy! I knew you could remember!" Max said as he reached up to try and ruffle the fur on Sam's head. The werewolf began panting happily as Max scratched his fur a bit.
"Now that you're not slobbering over me like I'm a slab of meat I can finally relax and figure out a way to fix this." Max hopped up onto the chair that sat adjacent to Sam's desk. The rabbit was enjoying this immensely, now he was the one in charge.
"Okay! So uh, I have no idea where to start. I mean perhaps we should go by hollywood logic and inject silver into your veins." Max suggested and was met with a rather disapproving look from his partner.
"Hey it would be the more fun route! Hm, maybe we could ask Sybil? She probably has some useless degree in werewolf training." Max swung his legs as he sat in the chair that was much too tall for him. He seemed to look at Sam and debate something.
Sam tilted his head slightly. Though he wasn't completely in control of his mind he could still tell when Max had a bad idea brewing.
"We have a leash and collar somewhere right? Don't want you running off!" Max said as he leapt down from the chair and ran to the closet.
Miscellaneous items flew out of the closet as Max dug around to try and find a collar and leash. Eventually his search ended when he found one buried deep underneath their hoard of objects from past adventures.
"Here we go boy! This sturdy leather should keep you from escaping my fluffy butterfingers!" Max grinned as he ran at Sam with the collar in hand. Sam quickly turned the opposite direction and ran as Max chased him around the office. The canine did not want to be seen walking around the city on a leash with Max of all people parading him around. How humiliating.
"Come on Sam, don't make me tackle you!" Max shouted as he leapt into the air and hopped on the large dog's back. Quickly, he slipped the collar over Sam's head and clipped the leash to it.
"Jeez Sam that could have been at least five percent less weird if you just cooperated. Now let's go." Max said as he walked out of the office, his partner walking slowly behind him.