With one final desperate attempt to revive them, Bullitt presses his snout firmly against str1's mouth and blows a powerful breath into their lungs. He counts slowly to three before removing his face and waiting anxiously for any sign of life. Their chest rises and falls slightly, but it's shallow and uneven. Perhaps...perhaps they're still alive?

Carefully, Bullitt picks str1 up in his powerful jaws, carrying them back to the house.

They have been taken over. He feels like he is being possessed by something other than himself. His mind races with thoughts of how he can regain control.

He knows that he must stop hurting them - no matter how much pain he may be willing to endure for dominance. But there are so many unanswered questions here, he struggles to focus on anything but the immediate danger.

One thing is certain though; Str1 will not survive this ordeal without intervention from him. They both know exactly what has happened to them now.

As str1 approaches and reaches out to embrace him, Bullitt relaxes further into the touch. His tail wags more vigorously now as he leans into their touch, seeking the comfort and reassurance that only they can provide. A soft whine escapes his throat as he nuzzles against str1's neck, grateful for their understanding and acceptance of his need to be dominant and protective.

"Thank you," he murmurs quietly. "I just want what's best for us...to keep you safe."

As str1 issues this command, a new surge of dominance rises within Bullitt. He steps back slightly, his body tensing as he prepares himself for the display they seem to desire so much. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he drops down onto all fours once more, readying himself for whatever it is that str1 wants him to do.

"Show me," str1 says huskily, their gaze fixed intently on Bullitt's powerful form. "Prove your dominance...