The early dawn sun began to creep up over the horizon. By then, the dogs had all left the Warehouse as usual.
Manasa lay peacefully dozing at the edge of his boxcar, enjoying the warm morning rays of light the rising sun had cast on his fur. Tyson had already been awake, sitting on the edge and staring at the orange sunrise. The Coydog's snoring turned his attention over. Perking his ears, the boxer tilted his head at his sleeping friend. Hmm. He said he's fighting today. Might as well help him train. Tyson thought to himself with a smirk. Getting to his paws, he crouched down and slowly crept towards the sleeping hybrid. With a bark, he leaped, landing square on the coydog's side and instantly grabbing hold of his scruff.
Manasa woke with a start as Tyson pulled his head back. "What the hell are you doing!?" He barked, ducking his head and squirming out from under the boxer. "Well since you're gonna be in one of the fights tonight, I thought I'd help you train." Tyson responded, hopping into a play bow before lunging himself back at Manasa. The coydog growled and sprang to the right to avoid the boxer's lunge. "Not while I'm sleeping!" He protested, wheeling around face the playful canine. "You're not gonna win unless ya get some practice, Nasa!" Tyson replied with a yip, tail wagging furiously. Manasa raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Alright. You asked for it." He said with a cocky smirk, rolling his shoulders before springing at the yearling.