"I'm just an unlucky dog," Ink said. "I usually get I to fights because I don't think before I speak, but I've been lucky enough that the dogs I usually fight aren't as good as me. Not that I'm saying I'm really good at fighting or anything... I think I'm good at fighting, but I don't want you to think I'm egotistical..." Ink was babbling. Perhaps it was the blood loss or something?
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Navy sat with a plastic bowl of chicken wings and thighs. Half of them were already eaten. She had gotten them from a barbecue last night. She grinned at the memory.
Navy crouched as a man filled a bowl with chicken. If she was successful, she would be getting a lot of food. She sprinted towards the group of humans, jumped and bra Ed the bowl out of the guy's hands and ran off with the rest of them running after her. She was too fast though and she quickly lost them.
























