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[Corvette]

The Groenendael awoke to sound of Sullivan's barks, and needless to say Mark did not want to get up this morning. But it was his job and he wasn't going to disappoint anyone, so he jolted straight up and hurried out of his tent and around the group of dogs, his head high as the dog tags around his neck clicked together and jingled and so on. He wouldn't admit it but he was a little weary of the things ahead of them.

"Private reporting for duty, sir." He said sternly, his deep and smooth voice rolling off his tongue even though he could of swore his voice was going to crack a bit. He stood firm on the ground and couldn't help himself from glancing around to the other dogs. He stood out from the rest; he was only Groenendael there, it was not hard to find him since he was a large dog with mostly long, black fur.

He actually didn't mind being the only of his breed, but sometimes he wished he could be like Sullivan, a Malinois since he was short haired and not entirely black. It got hot under that layer of fur even though it was surprisingly light. He shook his head a bit, hoping no one would notice he had been thinking hard inside his head, and may have even had a stupid look on his voice. He didn't think so.

Upon hearing the barks of Sullivan the Dutch shepherd fae shot up nudged Wade on the shoulder. She didn't waste any time though, she shot right out of the tent and padded quickly to the group of dog, letting out a fierce bark of her own. "Lieutenant reporting for duty, sir!" She, unlike Mark, had been ready for this and was determined to do anything in her power to win. She was ready for anything the day would throw at them.

[iceland.]

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