((Was waiting for a good place to pop in~))
~Frey~
In the shadows of the nearest alleyway sat a broad shouldered brute, his grey eyes surveying the situation before him. His hackles raised every now and again, his pose tightening when a police dog, possibly the leader, sprang forward and clamped his teeth on the she-dog's muzzle. That must've hurt, He thought sympathetically. However, the mastiff fought well, considering the hoard of filthy police dogs around her. When he saw her emerge from the crowd and zip away, snickering still, he made his move. The female passed by the alleyway he was hiding in. He barked once at her, then tossed his muzzle in the direction behind him, through the alleyway.
"You'll lose them faster this way." Frey stood, paws shifting anxiously, hearing the clap of human shoes and the click of dog nails on the pavement. If she followed, he was ready to speed away at a moments notice.