Raigho
"Good for nothing fool." Raigho snickered, letting out a slight yip before nudging Molek by the shoulder, pulling his lips into a grin. "Good work there, sire." He said, his scruffy hackles laying flat once again. "Now that he's finished, perhaps we should go see our new.. "acquaintance" we had heard before?" Turning around, Raigho kicked up some dust onto James' lifeless body with a grunt. "Leave him for the crows, nothing else deserves to eat this mutt."
RIP. <3