There's an exhale down through the long muzzle and out the nose, possible annoyance, but the jaws close with surprising accuracy on the leather of those suspenders, catching a section of scarf with it and then the beast hauls. Wolf or man the SOLDIER strength doesn't falter and an adolescent trooper who's probably too young to even tie his own bootlaces is as easy to lift as his interlocked sword. He doesn't remember Shinra grunts sounding so young but that's probably a mercy. He knows enough to recognize a shared dream by this point but why anyone would dream about being a foot soldier in Shinra is beyond him.

Those helmets were murder.

He hauls the kid back up onto stable ground, large paws making slow but steady work of it.

He's going to wake up with the taste of oiled leather in his mouth, he just knows it.