09-17-2018, 10:56 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]Victor emitted what was a concoction of a faint growl and a sigh. It was the third day in a row had he been yelled at. First someone in The Ascendants and then The Typhoon. Maybe he looked like a country bumpkin from the back woods coming to steal someone's chickens. Having caught the majority of his breath, he turned his head towards the sound of the voice. The canine's jaw dropped slightly, a look of awe flashing across his eyes. What is that? He had never seen a creature quite like. Then again, he had fucking dinosaurs running around his home so not much got to him. Back in Alaska, the strangest thing there was a moose with a brain worn running in circles. Closing his jaw, he swiveled his body to fully face Stryker. "My apologies." Victor meant no ill-harm. He was amazed he had not been attacked yet. Victor was not completely useless when it came to battle. As the lead sled dog, he had to compete and quarrel with his fellow team mates to earn their loyalty. It was just the scheme of things in his home. What the Siberian husky lacked in strength, he made up for it in speed. "Can you point me in the direction of The Typhoon? To be completely honest, I'm not sure where I am."