Shadowwyn Moor You want fries with that?

Aha me too! It's pretty hard to not have a touch of angst xD

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Wild animals? the Newfoundland queried to himself as Fry took it upon himself to put a name to their current status. The cone fixated to his companion's neck was enough evidence toward their freshly discredited pet status. The man-made accessory removed all feral implications from the Retriever's appearance; the wild glee of his expression upon deciding their fate was a secondary factor. An inky brow raised in speculation but it did not bring with it a countering, verbal argument. The gears had already started turning in his head and he mulled over his brother's findings.
 
Mac was a simple dog. And simple dogs had simple conclusions. Maybe he speculated, if we act wild enough the people will come back faster. Someone will call them to tattle on us! It was a long shot - one imagined by a dog that had never been lost -  but it was worth a try at least.
 
"Wild?" he voiced with a low, rumbling growl that strayed from ferocity by the humored smile upon his face. "We're going to be freakin' animals!"
 
But...how?!