The former 141 dogs were introduced to a retired Russian K9 that went by the name of Nikolai. He stated that he knew Yuri since he was barely a year old. He was even a bit more older than John. In fact, he's even the largest dog the Loyalists used to have. Though they still keep him because the pups have grown very fond of having Nikolai around. He was basically their role model. If they've lost sight of him, it'd cause them to throw their little hissy fits. Especially for Roach, with the big ears, the FNDs and other dogs have grown very sensitive to their yips.

His bowl was placed next to Roach's and he tried his best to stay out of the way. Nikolai looked like the type of dog that no one wanted to mess with. Almost like Ghost, except this ball of muscle seemed more intimidating than any other dog here. Roach looked up once to see that Yuri's bowl had barely been touched, and he was nowhere in sight. Roach looked around. But the black-haired mutt wasn't anywhere. "N-Nikolai," He began.

"Какие?" Nikolai inquired.

"If I may ask, but where's Yuri?"

"The runt? You can always find him out with his handlers. Why?"

"Well, he's obviously not eating."

"Da... He could go for days without getting a bite. Sometimes he won't eat at all."

"Has that always been a thing with him?"

"Since I found him."

That raised more curiosity in the runt, and he continued with the conversation, "You found him?"

"Mm. Yuri was pretty small for his age, and we couldn't get him to eat on his first day. But he was shaken up about something, though he's never told me."

"Did he ever tell you anything?"

"He's a pretty quiet dog. But that doesn't mean he'll tear you apart."

Roach swallowed hard as he excused himself and deciding to call it in. Though as he approached the kennels, he saw a familiar figure at the top the steps. He turned, raising his ears as he held back his excitement. He recognized those scars and eyes from anywhere. "Mac!" Roach barked as he ran up the stairs to meet his superior. Mac saw his runt and ran to meet up with him. Roach nudged Mac in a playful way, now having adrenaline rushing out of his body. No words could even describe how happy he was to see his friend was okay. "Mac, we were so worried about you!" Roach whined a bit.

"Worried?" Mac said, "Heh, well I'm alright now."

Roach rested his head on the back of Mac's neck, whereas the human's call it a "dog hug", "Thank god you're okay."

"I'm not done yet, mate."

A short chapter, but I was a bit drowsy while writing this. I recently came back from seeing The Force Awakens, and I'm still stuck with that feeling after being in a movie theater, if you know what I mean. Anyways, thanks for reading :3