The air in the Tulpar's command deck was thick with the scent of ozone and the low thrum of the ship's engines. Jimmy, a gaunt Siberian Husky, was a blur of nervous energy, his muted brown-grey coat perpetually bristling. His striking brown eyes, usually alight with a calculating gleam, were bloodshot, darting from the console where Captain Curly was intently focused on a blinking sensor array to Captain Curly. Jimmy whined, a low, guttural sound, nudging Curly’s leg with his snout, but the Captain, deep in diagnostics, merely shooed him away without looking.

(an Au where they were transformed thanks to an experimental formula and equipment into a dog. A crew member accidentally got infected by it while getting something from storage.)