Zin's tail was wagging furiously back and forth, his brown eyes shining like the autumn leaves that hung to the branches of the trees. He gazed down at the lake set before him, the crstal and somewhat unfocused surface gleaming and dancing before his eyes. He coudl already feel the dark water ripplign through his muddy fur. He looked back aorund his shoulder, and just as he opened his mouth, something hard slammed into him. The brute was rammed into the ground, and he could hear with a sickening thud that his leg was being broken. Again. And then he was staring into the bright golden eyes of a dog. But not just any good-tempered Mill dog, this was a wild-dog that grew hating humans and learning to kill their next meals. Zin could feel the dog's teth puncture his sohulder, and he let out a yelp as he tried to get away from the dog's grip. "Who are you?" the dog snapped in a low, growling voice. But Zin kept struggling in a panicked motion. The grip on the dog's teeth grew tighter. "Zin! my name is Zin!" The dog yelped, pain lighting up his eyes in the cool autumn atmosphere.