Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

He watches her face and eyes as she speaks and instantly the mention of what he knows as two-legs, are what she calls no-furs. He easily makes the connection and he’s furrowing his brows at the mention of the fenced in area. So she was like Sasha. A pet to the humans. For a moment he hopes she didn’t do the same thing Sasha did. Still he listens intently.

Then at her inquiry he clears his throat. “Yes. I’m from a land called The Abbey. Born into a pack called the Saints of the Dying Light. They’re known for their pride and aggressiveness. Many enemies and few allies. My father ran it, gave it to me a few years back.” His face falters only slightly. “I got close to a dog named Sasha. Invited her into the pack. She was practically my mate. Got pregnant with my pups and everything. Apparently it was all a ruse ‘cause she blew the whistle on us. Calling humans to come kill everyone of them except me.” He sighs. “Now I’m here. Rebuilding my previously lost pack. It’s going well and I feel at home again.”