Frisk ran after, keeping pace.

The dog aburptly slid to a halt and began barking wildly, hopping up and down, his gaze set on something up ahead.

Frisk squinted, trying to make it out.

The dog made a sound similar to a revving motor before bounding ahead. He returned a minute later, proudly holding a spear in his jaws.

(Remember Google's old mission statement? "Don't be evil"?)

(Huh.)

Frisk eyed it. *huh.*

The dog sat down in front of her, tail waving like a victory banner.

(They did an evil.)

Frisk eyed it, nervous.

(Que Undyne?)

The dog contently started digging a hole in the snow.

(BOIIIII)

Undyne suddenly jumped out of a Snow Poff. *hello, Frisk. Dog.*

The dog continued digging.