Rebel

grey wolf advacnes into the area, ivories bared. pistons carry 'im to the chicken coop, where 'e readys 'imself for an attack.

*Chicken & Rollin*

Before Rebel got too near the coup, a ragged-looking collie advanced towards him. He had been lying near the coup because it had been targeted lately and many chickens had been killed. "Get out!" he snarled deeply.

Rebel

hawks pinn as 'e steps forward.
.-|-.why should i?.-|-.
ivories bare as hiss slips from 'is chambers.

Rollin

"Because," he spat back vemonously, "Your kind has slain too many of my childeren!" his eyes reflected the betrail, anguish, and animosity he felt to nearly all of Rebel's kind. "This is your last warning, cur! Get out!"