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The breeds of dog were a foreign concept to him.
All he knew about dogs were that they were abused wolf descendants, made to look hideous for two-legged pleasure.
How they came from wolves like him, he had no idea.

"I'm Derg," he offered up, realising Dove probably had no idea who he was.
He nodded to Auriel, a quiet thank you for her advice.
Dove moved off to look for some plants that would actually help them. Perhaps he should ask for some advice.

He lat quietly, letting the pair talk.