The scent of rabbit being roasted interrupted Gray Face's thoughts. Lifting his head up. his yellow eyes stared at the dark master. The master was waiting for someone who it was, Gary Face didn't care. Turning his attention from the master to the cubs.
They were play fighting like all young pups. They were half his size. Their youthful energy over shadowed him, but experience kept him alive. Although it didn't help them from getting beaten by the two-legged owned cousin in Nebraska.
Resting his muzzle on his front paws, his thoughts returned to that gas station in Armillo, Texas. There he met another dark man who was different from their master. Their encounter reawakened forgotten memories.
There was a time when two-legged and the four-legged would hunt together before the fear turned them against each other. The appearance of the dark master caused a cloud to blanketed his memories. Now they returned and Gray Face had to make a decision.
Yelling interrupted his thoughts. The unpredictable rage of the dark master caused him to thrown the rabbit into the flames.
Throwing the ruined rabbit towards the fighting cubs, "Chow down, grunts," stopped their play fighting.
As the cubs ate, another memory surfaced. It was when he used to hunt for his own food not depending on a two-legged for food.
Raising up, Gray Face slipped into the darkness. His decision was made. He'll search for the another dark one. Detecting laughter didn't stop him from heading the direction he had chosen.