He knew he was in no shape to fight, which the excruciating pain in his leg, and minimum energy, in which the heat under his matted fur was not helping. Infuriated at this dog, he growled, narrowing his eyes and snapped at Snow's face challengingly.
◆ description [An average sized Dutch Shepherd, he has glossy and thick black fur that sheds on a common basis. He has warm brown eyes that aren't quite yellow, but aren't fully dark brown. A mix, almost a caramel color. He has a scar on his chest shaped like an 'X' from a fight with a larger dog a year ago. The skin around that area is a fleshy pink, and touching it hurts him. ]
Hercules jumped up as he heard barking in the distance. It was an unfamiliar sound and a growl instantly formed in his through. "There are rogues in our territory!" he announced to Sasha. "We should drive hem away."
''Hey'' Rye answered trying to be friendly. He noticed how the fae didn't know what to do which only made him more comfortable for he hadn't talked to other dogs in weeks as well. He looked back as his prey got away and hesitated before saying ''I'm Rye, and you?''