[ p a p r i k a ]
female
2 years old
pit bull
tags; rose
female
2 years old
pit bull
tags; rose
A rolling ball crashed into Paprika and she leapt in fear. It was just a Beauceron pup; of a few months of age. Paprika began to, instinctively, scurry away to a quiet corner, but instead she forced herself to mutter a quiet, "Hello." It was barely audible, but it was something. The pit bull hadn't had any meaningful interactions (or any at all) during her time so far at the shelter. Paprika couldn't get used to the barks of dogs, whines, meows, clatters, footsteps, and so many humans! Everywhere! Children, screaming, pulling her ears. Paprika had already bit a child once when he painfully yanked her ear. She spent most of the time in her enclosure, a concrete room with a fence, towards the back of the shelter. Hanging on the fence was a blanket that prevented humans from scaring her too much. Paprika stared down at the pup and awaited a response.




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