Lion Head Mesa aon

It wasn't the first time she had met someone named King; there were many in the dog world, with many titles. Titles which had never appealed to Morag even while her keepers insisted upon them. By now her titles were buried deep.

Didn't matter now, she thought. This was a wild world. Best she could do was follow along - trusting she was being led to a pantry or somesuch, to eat from, rather than to be the thing that stocked it.

Her scampering steps hurried after the shadow king.