|Harry|M|Guard|Strays United|M: Dog catchers, Shalah, Kaara|
Harry had watched Alha run off, head tilted, confused as to where she was going. He laid down in some shade, hating the sun. He prefered winter.
Harry being Harry, he couldn't stay down for long. It was maybe seven minutes max that he'd been laying down before getting up and deciding to go and patrol camp and check in on everyone. He glanced at Shalah's den, not really wanting to disturb her.
He padded around the edge of camp, sniffing at the ground for any signs of strays that he would have the chance to fight off.
He stopped in front of Kaara's den, and looked in.
"Are you okay?" He asked, "Is there anything you need, food, water, and such?"
Before she could respond though, his head whipped around at a sound.
"Hold your thought." He said, his deep voice rumbled like the truck approching camp.
His fur stood up on his back, and his teeth were bared as he went to check out the ally.
He snarled and curse under his breath as he stopped and watched the truck get closer and closer.
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He smiled, ready for a fight. He wasn't to let them into camp without a fight, but before that, he needed to clear camp. That way, if they did get him, he would be the only one. Plus, what more did he have to live for? He'd lost it all in a blink of an eye.
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He turned, and slid back into camp, and bounded for Shalah's den.
He bursted in, not bothering to ask permission.
"You need to get the dog's out of camp. The dog catchers are coming!" His bark deep and commanding.
He then turned on his hindquaters and sprinted for Kaara's den.
"You need to get up, and leave camp with Shalah." He growled, "Now. Unless you want your pup to be taken from you."
He knew that humans would take animal's young from them. He'd seen it all too much with his sheep. It would leave the mom's bleeting for their lambs that had been taken away.
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Harry then started back towards the entrence. He looked back, wanting to see if Shalah had listened, or if Kaara was out of her small den.
He then slipped back into the ally, waiting for his time to attack.
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The dog catchers pulled up, and stopped their trucks right in front of the 130 pound dog. He barked, and snarled at the humans as they got out of the truck.
They spoke to each other, too fast for his limited knowledge of the human language.
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They both went around him on either side, nets ready. Dumb humans. Shouldn't they know to never underestimate a farm dog who was in charge of fighting off wolves, coyotes, and bears?
His tail wagged slightly at the challenge. They must have taken that as he was a nice dog.
"Good dog. Nice boy." Word's he'd heard before.
His brown eyes shone as he watched one back off, and step back. Harry went to the one that'd just spoken to him. The foolish human held his hand out for Harry to sniff.
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Harry acted skiddish at first, and tucked his tail in as he 'hesitantly' reached out to sniff the hand that was offered.
He then nudged it, and he could see the human relax slightly, and bent down slightly.
"Good doggy."
"I am not good!" Harry barked as lunged for the man's face, large white teeth bared. He heard the other man scream as he latched onto the face of the foolish, trusting human.
He slammed his full weight onto the man, and he went down.
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Once Harry was done with that man, he stood up, blood on his black muzzle.
He licked his muzzle as he made eye contact with the second human. He could smell the fear. He took in the sweet smell and stalked towards him before stopping to listen to the sound of more trucks coming closer. He hoped that Shalah had gotten everyone out of camp in time, as it seemed that his next meal had called for backup.
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As Harry stalked closer to this man, he hopped that he didn't bring any tranquilizers with him. Harry snarled, and watched the man's eyes.
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Harry being too focused in stalking this man that he hadn't realized that he'd gotten close enough for the man to get his trap around his neck.
The next thing Harry knew, there was a sharp, tight pain on his neck. The air left his throat as it tighened. He growled, and threw himself at the dog catcher. He wasn't able to move too much, but managed to get the human off balance.
The man stumbled and Harry too the chance to jump backwards, dragging the scrawny man with him. He was used to dragging his large, strong, field working farmer around.
He wasn't as muscled as he once had been, but he hadn't lost all of his strength.
He pulled the pole out of the mans hand as he got up and scrambled back into the truck, most likely waiting for back up.
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When Harry had pulled the pole out of the nasty humans hands, he found that the collar around his neck tightened. He backed up, tossing his head, trying to get out of it, but still made it tighter.
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Harry gave up trying to get rid of it, and stood in the middle of the ally, in front of the trucks, a man with a bloody, mauled face next to him, his own blood dripping out of the deepening cut on his throat.
Winter Month: 2 
Day 
Blizzard
