Akita watched Golen eat, still thinking of the aliens.  They needed to wait for orders, but when would those orders arrive?  What if the main HQ was destroyed?  What if the orders were intercepted?  She sighed and looked down to Golen.  She knelt down and stroked the dog's fur.  "How do you feel?" she asked, voice full of concern, "You tired?"  He didn't look sick, but his lack of energy was rather surprising, even if he did just eat.