Syke ~ Australian Cattle Dog ~ Delta Male
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Sheena? I had heard the name whispered before, thoughts of a pack of dogs ready for the new dawn. Ready for the freedom. To be apart from those men, to conquer them.
I watched her for a moment, unblinking. She was a German shephard; defiant-looking and somehow majestic, ready to work for this whispered cause. Was it true, then? It seemed possible. Yet... How to tell?
There were other dogs around but, though I watched them with my accustomed wariness, I kept my attention focused on the German shephard. What, I wondered, did she think of my own self? After all, I'd just walked into thier group. If I were on her side, I would undoubtedly be ready to attack at the slightest hint that somehting was off.
As it was, I was ready to attack all of them, if I had to. Perhaps it would be necessary, though I hoped not. If this was a revolutionary group, than perhaps the answers were here.
Locking her eyes with mine, I repleid. "My name is Syke..." I paused momentarily. "What is this place?"