[The wild one]

Herod watched the wolves closely. His master, the leader of the pack, kept referring to a death camp. And that worried the stallion. He finally decided to speak up.
"Sir, are you sure heading deep into Nazi territory is a good idea. . . ?" he asked. The red and grey wolf turned to face his horse.
"I am a Nazi, aren't I?" the wolf, Xander, growled.
"Only technically," Herod said, "You only joined so that you could weasel into the Gestapo and kill Hitler."
"The concentration camp is the best way to find others who may want to help. See that much death can do things to you," Xander said with an evil grin. Herod shuddered. He respected the vampire, but sometimes he bit off more than he could chew. And sneaking into a heavily guarded concentration camp was one of those times.
"And if the Revolt fails?" Herod questioned with a quiet growl. Xander hissed, his lip curling.
"It won't,"

My horse character, Herod. He's a member of small rebellion, led by shaping-shifting vampire named Xander. The piece of writing is a small bit from a story call "Revolt!".