Blade withdrew a long, breathy sigh. The answer to that question was that Mâché was innocent and easy to manipulate.

"You can't just be let into the Pack looking like that," the tan-and-black Leader Dog changed the subject, crinkling her muzzle in disgust. This confused the pup greatly, who tried to bark for help, but one paw of Mace slammed down onto her muzzle, causing it to scrunch up.

"Come on, Blade," Dagger sighed, "We best take her now."

Blade smirked, knowing she would abduct the puppy and raise as her own warrior dog, one who would not dare defy her Alpha Dog. Mace reared back, dropping one ear, and took a seat on a patch of dirt behind him, surrounded by tiny brownish ants.

"Very well," Blade agreed, a huge forepaw crushing Mâché's tiny fragile shoulders. A single paw was enough to knock her out as if she had taken anesthesia. Mumbling something inaudible, she fell over on her side. Blade elevated her throat to reveal a white patch of fur on the side of her neck in the shape of a dog's fang. She raised the puppy up into her jaws, who hung there limply. Blade and the other two dogs faintly disappeared through the underneath of a fence.

"Ugh, where am I!" grunted Mâché wearily.

"Relax, you're here now," a familiar silken voice responded plainly.