Ratwalk

Doghead raced in on all fours to rush the 5 miles down in a matter of minutes, running at top speed through the sides of I-495. The immediate smell of spent gasoline, blood, and gunshot residue gives him caution. The amount of it makes him rub his face. He eventually slows as he approaches the scene, getting back on two legs as he takes a stand next to Solar, a bit later to the scene.

Something like this in terms of appearance. Though definitely wearing patented Dreadnought Underwear.

I've posted.

Down below in the very vestibule of Dreadnought was their Big Red Buttons or Ascendants that were not 'label friendly' and could cause more problems than they solved. Among the very first cages taking the high-speed elevator down is what looks like a large wolf sleeping in a low indigo light enclosure. "Doghead." The creature rose up in response to the lab coat, rising to its bipedal stature and woke up next to the calm cool water of its enclosure, kept under tight surveillance. It was the cold voice of Dr. Stride, one of the handlers at the basement level. "What do they want me for? " Doghead turned to look at the Dr. Stride from the other side of the reinforced non-Newtonian glass made to contain him. He took a piece of well-worn bone and cleaned his teeth with it before crushing the fragments and pulled his entire body out with a yawn that shook the entire containment. "Again, we need to run tests after the incident you had near Mission Viejo." Dr. Stride cut to the chance, queen of numbers as she was always known to be. "I'll consent to the tests once I get my gear back, and I get a coffee machine down here. And also, get me in a box that isn't next to Frank." He shuddered even mentioning the name of the amorphous cthulhu-esque next door neighbor. "No coffee machines until we know it won't cause a reaction." "Reaction Schmaction, they've dumped entire loads of sedatives on me just to get me here. A cup of coffee isn't gonna kill me." "But a well-mixed mocha could." There was a very brief pause. "Fine. I consent to your stupid tests, anything to stop hearing Frank talk about the 'Madness of the Sultan' and the 'House mourned by twelve distant stars' for the hundredth time. " As if on cue, the amorphous blob began to make various gurgles and quotes from turn of the century literature. Doghead was allowed through, and he followed through the pass way to the testing bay ahead full of strange machines that made his eyes hurt. OOCIt was never easy being a cryptid half time, it was never going to be easy doing it full time, either.  

Heads up, my response times will be a bit extended: I'm working on a few projects this week and the beginning of next.

Those oysters look wonderful! I've seen lots of different wild varieties when I hike. How do you do it?