animus vox

Junkyard Dog listened passively. She was not skilled with hunting, nor any sort of practical skills beside fighting and fleeing (though she was far more inclined to do the latter.) The newest arrival, a grisly sight without his eye, seemed keen on hunting, as did many of the others. She would be of little use, it seemed, in the conversation. And perhaps she would be dead weight for the rest of her life among these dogs.

That was, at least, until Outlaw brought up stealing. Junkyard Dog hummed in approval, nodding. "Live prey runs, and so must we. Stealing is easy," she said, nervous as she was to speak up.