somewhere out there

For the first time in his life, Crescendo felt confused. His brow furrowed, and his thoughts turned into ones of interest rather then ones of bloodlust. Against his better nature, it seemed he would not be killing the strange thing today. "Fighting dog? Wild dog?" Crescendo asked, a note of some emotion in his voice. He absent mildly carved something into the earth beneath his paws, thinking. "You've never heard of wolves, have you?" he asked her incredibly. He sat beside the dog, thinking that this one looked a tiny bit like a fox. "And don't you have something to do with the furless beings?" he asked her. He had always dismissed the tales of the furless as myth, but now he wasn't sure. As he spoke, another part of his mind turned a dark idea over and over in it, considering.