[Thanks.]
Nameless stood restless by the door of the Factory, her thin muzzle pointed towards the roof. The greyhounds sharp, delicate eyes were trying to locate the birds high above. She could hear them, but not see them at all. Except, of course, for the occasional bird that fluttered it's wings. She turned her gaze away from the roof, sighing sadly. Why can I not have a normal life with humans? she wondered, not for the first time that day. The truth was, the tan greyhound hated being able to speak English. She just wanted to be a normal greyhound, not a freakish, mutated dog. Nameless gave a low, short growl, turning her eyes back towards the roof.
do not ask me for pets. i give them out on my own terms.