To Taracinablue, sorry about that, I just got inspired watching Batman specifically Penguin's Inceberg Lounge but anyway this chapter is about the moment Arctica hurt her 'Friend'
Myrtle was the closest thing to a friend Arctica had in this new world, they were both Mizzer Humanimals and when they were at the Cabin at the end of their shifts they told each other about how their days went.
There were Humanimals of various kinds in the Cabin, the only kinds who couldn't be in that
particular cabin were extra-large species of Humanimals like elepahnts and other pachyderms who needed the extra jumbo sized cabins and Aquatic Species like fish and dolphins who needed specially made aquatic living spaces to keep themselves hydrated.
Really Myrtle was the one who thought of their relationship as a friendship more than Arctica, Arctica really just tolerated Myrtle as someone to talk to, but didn't really think of her as a friend, really the only reason she did talk to Myrtle was because she was a Dog, because of their wealth and status the Whitefang Family thought themselves better than all the other species in the Woodland District, the 'Lesser Species' fit only to be servants in their mansion, while they envied the Domestic Dogs, who they knew were their next of kin but unlike themselves Pure Wolves, the Dogs had been tinkered with by Human Selective Breeding and thus in becoming more 'Artificial' became superior in the eyes of the envious wolves, because on Mizzer where the Humanimals yearned to become exactly like humans Domestic Animals were seen as 'closer' to man and thus were seen as superior...Thus the Whitefang Family yearned to become more like Dogs and looked down their nose at their fellow Woodland Creatures.
That's why Arctica just kept to herself and didn't try to make friends with any of her fellow slaves.
Over the past two years, Arctica's yearning for the luxeries she had on Mizzer grew more and more, everytime she passed by humans eating, the scent of their delicious food caused great rumblings in her stomach and drool to drip from her mouth, she wasn't sure how much more she could take!
While she didn't talk much to her fellow Slaves in the Cabin she did listen to what they said to each other, she heard their secrets about how they secretly subverted the wills of their masters by tricking them!
So Arctica was beginning to get a wicked idea...Perhaps if she cozied up to the humans, told them the secrets of the Humanimals, they would let her have more privileges...She didn't realize this plan wouldn't work, The Wranglers were brainwashed to hate Humanimals no matter what they did for them...The Creators of Wrangler Society did this to make sure there would never be a Humanimal Civil Rights Movement...
One night, in the dead of the night Arctica slipped out of her bed, and Myrtle was prepared for this moment, secretly followed her...
As Arctica climbed up a massive flight of stairs that led to the Royal Palace of Viola Strierra, she heard a voice calling "Arctica! Wait!"
Arctica stopped and turned her head to see Myrtle puffing and panting as she ran as fast as she could on her short little Basset Hound legs!
"Arctica please don't!" Myrtle said as she gasped to reach the platform Arctica was on "This plan you have! It won't work! The humans won't accept you because you're a Humanimal and if the Native Humanimals find out what you've done, you'll be killed for sure!"
"Shut up Myrtle!" Arctica snapped with Wolfish fury "What do you know about what I've been through?!"
"Arctica honey I'm only trying to help you..." Myrtle pleaded in her sweet Southern accent, but that was when Arctica realized something...
"I never said anything about my plan..." She said "...And I never wrote it down in a diary or anything, so how do you even know about it?"
Myrtle sighed not realizing the danger she was in "Well, if you want to know the truth I'm telepathic...Shortly after the Invasion I developed the ability to hear thoughts...I don't normally peep into the minds of Fellow Humanimals but I did it because I was worried you'd do something like this!"
And without any thought, Arctica lifted her left hand, already her claws had grown longer and sharper and with one deft movement she slashed Myrtle's shoulder!
Myrtle grimmaced and clutched her right shoulder, staring back at Arctica her left hand now covered in blood...Already her fangs were beginning to become larger and when Myrtle stared back into Arctica's icy blue eyes she knew there was nothing more she could do for her now...
So the Little Dog turned and ran away letting out dog yelps of 'Yipe! Yipe! Yipe!' as she went.
So here I show what I established in my Fictionpress story Tale of Two Humanimals when I Humanimal turns away from the good their intended purpose and instead deliberatly choose to do evil they start turning into monsters, also the choice of Myrtle's species being very carefully chosen, as a single wolf if actually not that powerful and animal that's why they hunt in packs...A large herbivore or equal carnivore could easily retaliate against Arctica's attack and a smaller but faster Humanimal like a Small Bird or Rodent could have had the reflexes to dodge the attack so it was not just a domestic dog but a small and slow dog would be defenseless against the transformed Arctica
