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It was with a heavy sigh that the dog finally moved forward. Hazel gaze remained fixed on the sticks that caused the squabble.

She picked the first one within reach of her jaws. The thing was not too heavy, but it threw her off-balance all the same. Fixing the way her head was canted and shifting which legs she applied weight to, the mastiff stumbled onwards.

The distance of thirty feet seemed infinite. Like a drunkard she swayed, the branch occasionally dragging across the ground. When she reached the patch of earth, she let it drop.

Diesel turned to face the Boss. She would not move until she heard his criticisms or praises.