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Bad Cop got the message. Hurray.

More importantly, he didn't outright shoot her down. There was hope she'd be allowed in their little canyon clique. A jowl twitched from the smile she stiffled, but the dog managed to maintain a neutral countenance (as neutral as her drooping facial anatomy allowed), even nodding solemnly as the male explained the joining process.

Mereo. Soldiers. Imperator. She thought she was asking a pack of wolf wussies for charity, but these dudes sounded tight as hell, unless the titles was all they had to them.

Not that she had the option to doubt. Anywhere out this cunt-freezing cold would be good enough, for now.

"Oh, I can be real soldier, mister. I wouldn't have gotten these wounds if I wasn't a fighter, and I went through a bit of obedience training, too." For example, I can fetch slippers on command. 

She dipped her head. "Take me to your leader."

And out this awful fucking weather.