Commander Hoffen of Foxtrot | #34 | Male | Schnauzer/Wolf cross | M: Maze, Arrow, Tysta, Zadolt, Ginger, Hero

He stood stiffly, liquid brown eyes boring into his former commander's. Completely ignoring the small dog's antics, Hoffen spoke, voice low. Ginger was supposed to be dead. But she wasn't.

"Commander,"

Before he could react, another dog dashed out of the tunnel. Hard paws hit his opened wound, and with a booming bark, Hoffen's training and programming took over. The bloodflow from his face had slowed to an ooze, but with the sharp pain of rough paws, crimson droplets flew through the air.

Snarling, he attempted to lock his jaws around the scruff of the smaller dog's neck and pin him to the ground. Carefully, as not for his sharpened, metal-crowned fangs to pierce the offending dog's ruff, Hoffen held him in place. With violently twitching facial features, he responded to the male's threat in a low tone.

"There's a reason you're not dead yet. Next time, wait for your commander to give orders."

With a harsh, mechanical snarl, he let the male up. His massive frame was stiff, and his ears forward in a silent display of dominance. His gaze softened the slightest as he turned toward his former mentor, beard dripping with his own blood.

"For god's sake, control your dogs. This is the second time I've been attacked," he looked down at the male that had rushed him. "Only a Cull can fight a Cull. Don't forget it."

Tysta silently remained by Arrow, nothing more than a comforting presence. He didn't really know what to say; he figured he wasn't being very helpful. Maybe wait for the group to calm themselves?

Suddenly, Arrow spoke. It took Tysta a minute to register what she said.

"Commaner Gin?"

Tysta whirled, and, indeed, there was his commander.

"Commander! What are you -"

Suddenly, a blur sailed out of the tunnel, colliding into Hoffen. There was a scuffle, blood - blood of the Cull's by some miracle - and Hero was pinned. A few seconds passed, and Tysta's fellow companion of Kilo was released. Tysta watched, eyes wide. He darted forward, in front of Hero. "Hey, now, can we all calm down? I -"

The two Culls began speaking. It was clear they knew each other. At Gin's call, Tysta immediately scrambled over to her, looking over his shoulder to make sure both Ari and Hero made it.

"Gin?" He said cautiously. "Hey, so, I - we - were considering if perhaps Maze - the dog over there - could come with us? Join our ranks? I know it's a bit premature... and sudden... but, you know. The more the better." He said, strangely at ease in the midst of this chaos. It was only like Ty to remain completely calm in such a situation. Yes, he was nervous, wary, and defensive; but he refused to show it.

Hero // Male // Wolf/German Shepherd // KILO // 39 // M: All

Hero scrambled up when the cull let him up. "Only cull fight cull, remember that." Hero did remember, he had been told that his whole life. No normal dog could ever be as good or as powerful as a cull. "I don't live by that." He snarled quietly, remembering Ash's wide eyes as his fathers teeth clamped onto her neck. "I have never lived by the same rules as any of you, I never will." He bared his teeth at Hoffen one last time before trotting casually over to Ginger.

When he was by the commanders side he glared around at the cull, his eyes flashing with rage. "I promise." He had to keep them safe. In the battle that had killed Ash, cull had teamed with Hero's father, because of this many more had died, Hero had barely escaped alive.

He hated cull, well most, anyway. Not Ginger, he had grown to understand and like his commander. He knew that Hoffen could have killed him, but he didn't. This made Hero wary, what was he up to?

Hero had fought a cull before, and nearly won, nearly. In the battle. This was also the creature that had come so close to killing him. He knew that a cull was wielded to kill, that's why he was so confused about Hoffen.

Kämpe flicked her ear. "Sixty-Two. You are to follow Sixty-One and proceed with Drill Practice." The chief paused. She lowered her voice, only slightly. "Those dogs share no mercy for an outsider like you. You are to stand up for yourself. Don't let them shove you around, understood?" Kämpe's words were cold, harsh, but carried an odd undercurrent of... kindness. The Cull narrowed her eyes. She couldn't keep doing that - feeling. She shouldn't care of the small dog came out a live. She shouldn't. But she -

Her programming had kicked in. The Cull turned away, leaving the dog to her fate. Zadolt and Hoffen were still missing. She would find and call the pair back - most likely, they were together. She had assumed that Zadolt would attempt to find Maze, and that Hoffen would rightfully punish him. Ahead, she scented dogs - and blood. The Cull narrowed her eyes.

At her sister's approach, Alta didn't flinch. She stood, taciturn and silent as Rache adressed the situation at present. To hear herself addressed as a number by her own flesh and blood was...

Nothing. It was nothing. I don't have emotion.

Alta inhaled, renewing her sense of discipline.

"Understood, Sixty - One. I expect you will preform well with the task at hand." The black - pelted German Shepherd Cross turned to the remain dogs - namely, two. "Bravo. I will be your acting Commander for the time being. You will follow me as you would your own leader. Training is about to commence."

Executing a perfect right face, the Cull - like dog marched forward, steps sure - footed and authorative. Not only would this provide commanding practice, but reveal some insight about the nature of 'her' dogs. One of them may be fit to replace Bravo's previous commander.

She made her way towards her sister, coming to a timed, abrupt halt. "What excersize do you have planned? If not, I can provide something suitable." Her words were direct, to the point, as always. However, only those that could read one of no emotion - namely, her sister - would be able to tell that she was slightly apprehensive - perhaps eager? For her first time leading her own regiment. She had trained her whole life, as had Rache.