Rushing over to the animal Pigeon found a strong hand gripping her shoulder, "Never run at a wounded animal, it will attack." Brian looked down at her with worry, "How often do you charge the wounded to help."

Pigeon went to open her mouth to explain but gasped as the animal fell to the ground with a loud thump. "Damn it Brian, I knew he was so badly injured he was going to fall over that's way I ran. Now help me get him up and to the back room. Pigeon placed her hands under the animal, looking up for Brian her hair masked everything. "Oh-no. My hair isn't pulled back, I can't see—" She felt the weight of the dogs head lift and she froze as she waited for it to attack or Brian to pull her back. After a minute, she pulled her hair to the side.

"I would say get your hair cut but then you wouldn't be so cute, go put your hair up I'll take him to the back." He gave her a smile that showed off his cute dimples and headed off. Pigeon bit at a band around her wrist and pulled her hair back, whistling a small monkey dropped down from the ceiling. Brown black and white the monkey didn't measure over a foot; jumping up onto her shoulder the creator quickly braded Pigeons hair tight. "Thanks zoo-zoo. Now I better get to work and you better get hidden again."

Walking into the back room, she pulled on a set of plastic gloves and glasses. "Brian," Pigeon asked as she walked through the glass doors that lead to a surgery room, "How bad is it?"

Brian looked up at her his face was masked with a stony expression, "Its name is Darik…he's a little over a year Pigeon…a year. He's this size and only a pup. It looks like he was shot, most likely mistaken for a wolf."

"Mistaken? You mean he isn't one?" Pigeon gasped at the information, Darik had to be at least a good three feet tall and four-five feet in length, not counting the tall, adding how much he must weigh…now that was scary.

"I don't know what he is but he isn't full wolf, full wolves would have a pack to carry him here. He was alone and from the smell of him there was a human with him when the gun went off…it's odd though…" Brian stroked his whiskers again thinking aloud as only Brian could, "…the gun shot…it came from a distance and it was powerful, no offence, but too strong for a woman to shot." He continued before Pigeon could get a word in, "Meaning this girl must have been in danger and he saved her…he doesn't really smell like a SS though, in all honestly he doesn't smell like any one thing."

"Oh, fuck it then; he's bleeding, hurt and an animal of some soft, meaning I have to help." Pigeon broke out her tools and got to work on removing the still lodged bullet.

Brian left the room to think as he snuck off with Darik's collar. Now just who are you, Darik? Brian focused on the collar to get a clue, sadly only a small glimpse of light came through with a woman's voice sobbing. Brian refocused repeatedly, however nothing changed, only the soft sobbing become more pleading. Whatever Darik was he could become human, from the woman's voice he could tell that much. Suddenly the bell rang again, signaling another customer.

"Can you get it Brian?" Pigeon yelled from the back room.

Brian jumped at her voice; he had forgotten he was even in the store, "Yeah!" Brian slicked back his short blonde hair in a Romeo way and walked out to meet the customer.

"Hello?" A familiar voice called timidly.

That voice… Brian froze as it registered, he met a tall woman with a charm school uniform on, and her hair pulled back. Giving her a once over Brian spoke calmly to her, "Hello, what is it that you need?" Brian already knew the answer but if he were to say, 'He's in the back getting surgery.' It might just freak her out.

The girl was trembling slightly as she walked up to him, "My dog ran away…" she looked nervously around, "I was told that I might find him here…" Catching how odd that sounded she quickly added, "He's a big black dog with silver markings, he's hard to miss, an elderly woman told me she saw a large dog walk in here…limping…" she gulped holding back tears.

"What's your name, young lady?" Brian asked sweetly.

"FUCK!"