Name you'll give it: Mimicry, Mimic for short
Gender: Female
Age: about 1-2 years old
Size: Average
Reason you want it: I love the tracker dogs, and this one is probably the first one that has comepletely clicked with me. I love its desgin, its purpose, everything. I even have a cool story idea, too.
Other info: Story time!

Mimic raced along the streets, her nose close to the ground, tongue lawling out of her mouth. She could hear the authorities crashing through the streets behind her. While they struggled through the crowds, she cut through them like a knife through butter. Why? she thought gloomily. Because they feared her. Feared HER, who was completely harmless to all but those who did wrong. And yet they screamed and pointed and ran from her. It wasn't fair! Most dogs got to live with people who took care of them, who loved them. But you're different, Mimic, you're a tracker, Mimic, you can never, ever, EVER, be a normal dog. Never. Mimic shook her head to clear her thoughts of such things. She was on a mission, and it was time to do what she had been made for, to track.