"Hung close to that I wish to protect huh? Alrighty..." Harley takes the charm from him. Then she puts two fingers in her mouth to create a sharp whistle.

A few seconds later, Bruce, her hyena comes skidding over to where they stand. His tongue hanging out. His fur lightly covered with fur, as he had been rolling in a snowbank for the fun of it.

Harley leans down, and gently ties the charm to Bruce's collar. And scratches his head with a smile. "There ya'go Brucie! Now you are protected!"