Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

These two legs he mentioned seemed like something she was glad she had never had any first had experience with. They had taken what sounded like, according to Donovan, a distant relative of their species and changed them to fit their own needs. And these dogs had probably never known anything else; they had never known the freedom she often took for granted. At least it sounded that way when he told her that they worked for the two legs. A deep frown wrinkled her smooth, snowy face where there had previously been no emotion other than suspicion. 

Her interest piqued when he told her of his own dog heritage, and wariness forgotten, she stood and stepped closer, her gaze moving slowly over his form to see what all looked different. The stripes and the tail and not been something she had seen before, but now they made sense she guessed. She sat down again. Akita? she repeated, the word sounding strange to her. Interesting, she added, her wheels spinning. She liked to know everything about the world around her, and this was so very different than anything she had learned before. She had many questions for this stranger. And this old pack of yours, she brought up hesitantly, wondering if it was something he wasn't a fan of discussing. Were they part Akita like you? She wondered how many other dogs and wolfdogs there were in the world.