Alcadias had managed to trail the dog he had heard speaking of this so-called fighting warehouse, where canines of all kinds came to bet, fight, and jeer. The silvery grey shepherd licked his maw, head ducking slightly as low snarls met his ears. "What on--" he was cut off by a loud insult directed towards the smaller, largely spotted dog, looking vaguely like a koolie.
Seeing the tall, large dog attack -- He was told not to mess with these dogs. They took down his wild, much more massive counterparts with ease, were bred for it -- made him wince, and without thought, the shepherd mix lunged forward and snapped his jaws shut over the scruffy tall dog's foreleg, jerking his head back with a yank but continuing to hold on. "Heh, pick on someone your own size, wolf-hunter," the somewhat small dog bit out between teeth, skin and fur.
