"I am a scout for my pack." The dog growled, his grip on a feeble Zin not loosening. The guard looked down at the little pup that appraoched him, his ears laying flat on his head. "Yes, whelping, " his deep voice mocked. "go back to your mother if you know what's good for you." Zin snarled, his teeth curling over dangerously. "You leave her alone." Uttering a low snarl, the tan and white guard glared back at Zin. "I am not known as 'you' or 'that dog', mind you! My name is Specter." Zin uncomfortably changed his postition under the dog, wincing at the creak in his broken leg.



