Zadolt | Male | Australian/German Shepherd mix | Foxtrot | 28 | Mentions: Aadya

“I doubt the Charlie dogs can feel any emotion.” He muttered, low enough that only she could hear him. When she explained her idea, he was surprised-so she did have another motive for licking her paws other than grooming herself. He nodded in agreement, then went and licked his paws briskly. No need to be extensive- just getting them damp should help.

“While I am certain we don’t need to do this, it's good encase we get lost. Did you notice that the ‘exit’ was over there?” He pointed his head towards where the ‘exit’ looked to be, then went and turned back to the left wall-that was going the exact opposite of where the exit was supposed to be.

“I think that the real exit is this way; the opposite of the fake one.” He said, slowing down slightly to accommodate her shorter legs. She had won some respect for her plan- some, not all. She would have to prove that being smart was a recurring theme, instead of just a one-timer. Instead, he let his mind wander to what the Chief cull wanted with Commander Hoffen. She couldn't have known he was broken- he didn't even suspect his commander of it until the fateful meeting with the Kilo dogs. So what could she want to ask him? He focused on that rather than the maze, keeping himself on a path opposite of the fake exit.

Arrow | Female | KILO dog | Terrier cross | #47 | M: Tysta, Hoffen, Maze, Ginger, Hero

The glare Ginger gave to the dogs was withering, a harsh reminder of where she had come from and what she was, a Cull. Something in her gaze was similar to way Hoffen had looked when he attacked that other Beta dog, cold, detached. Something buried deep within the little terrier despised that look, and she couldn't tell you why.

Maybe it was that look, or maybe it was the fact that her adrenaline was still pumping in full from the encounter, but Arrow held her commander's sharp gaze instead of looking away. She felt Tysta tense next to her, his ears pinning at his reprimand, and something flared hot in her chest. It was her fault, why did Ty have to get yelled at?

Before she could snap back at the commander, the old dog had spoken again. Arrow turned to the wolfdog, lip curling with distaste. Who was she to come to their home and tell them what to do?

Aadya | Female | Pembroke Corgi | #62 | Mentions: Zadolt, Anfall, Orden/Pfiel (briefly)

Aadya finished wetting her other paw, but stayed sitting as the dark pelted wolfdog spoke. Aadya's eyes narrowed in the slightest, and when she spoke her voice carried tones of distaste. "Yes. You did indeed."

With that, she flicked her ears and began trotting away. "Zadolt, you coming?" Her tone carried the slightest bit of annoyance, but her body language didn't corroborate that. Aadya's muscles remained loose and her ears were perked, as per usual.

Zadolt | Male | Australian/German Shepherd mix | Foxtrot | 28 | Mentions: Aadya, Anfall

He rolled his eyes, not bothering to answer her; if she followed him or went off on her own, he did not care. He worked better by himself, anyways. He continued along his path, until his view of the others faded as he went around a corner. He kept his head high and his tail in a neutral position, seemingly perfectly at ease. Of course, inside was a different matter. He did not take well to being ordered by the wolf-dog; He had already finished licking his paws before she spoke, and to hear her act as if she was a Cull made him resent her.

She acted as if she knew her future already, as if she was born with the knowledge of her destiny(for that, he envied her). He, however, had two paths: choose to follow Beta mindlessly, or choose to help the Kilo dogs. Following Beta would be the easy choice; however, Maze and countless Kilo human and dogs would die. He, however, would be rewarded for revealing the rebellion(well, rewarded in Beta's eyes, sentenced to a fate worse than death in his). But if he helped Kilo, his future would be something he could not guess at. And if they failed...Well, then he would die.

Probably as an example to the other Beta dogs, and killed by the Chief cull herself. It was funny; he had heard her name only once, and yet it had brought up a dim memory of.. someone. Of who, he had no idea; the only names he could remember were of some of the Bravo dogs, his own regiment, and- the memory forced his brain to shut down, forced him to temporarily zone out before being able to see and think again. Suddenly, he narrowly missed smacking himself into a wall; he veered off to the left, and tried to pass it off as intentional(he thought he did a good job, but the culls had sharper skills than him). He shook his head, ridding himself of any thoughts but those on the task at hand. He would think about his temporary memory loss later. He looked where he was going, purposely not thinking about anything but the path he was on.