Lucky wasn't far from his guess. "I wish I wasn't right." He growled. Spotting other canines fleeing away from the humans. He went in pursuit, cloaking with the shadow thanks to his splotched black spots. It would be more effective if he was ALL black, not black and white. His tongue flopped against the side of his maw, swishing against the force of wind. His paws glided against the soft moss and didn't loose much speed because of it, head bobbing in harmony within motion. Eventually, he was trailing behind the rest of the gang. His eyes kept darting back at the now furious humans. Few of them was armed, not with tranquilizers, but with guns. Some to be like rifles and pistols. Silver metal shone bright and glistened against the sun light. One of them fired, as the mouth of the hole of the gun sparked with light with smoke covering it a second later, receding. One of the bullets missed his forepaws by a few centimeters. "Wow, that's fast!" He yipped. He lifted his head a bit and barked, "Everyone! Run in zig-zags! It'll make it harder for them to shoot!" He ducked a second before the bullet swizzled by his head. He notched his ears down, nearly pinned close to his head to lower resistance to the wind.
