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The bird was only a couple of feet away. Jack leaped at it, but was too loud and the bird flew away the second before Jack could grab it. Jack blamed his bright red collar. It had jingling metal tags which clanked against each other loudly whenever or wherever he moved. His brother, Max, must have heard his jangling tags outside, because he leaped out of the open window of the twoleg den and into the fenced yard.
"Hello Jack." The Smokey black husky with amber eyes said. "How are you? Watcha doin'?"
"I was trying to catch that bird...but my stupid collar…" Jack groaned
"That sucks." Max said, though Jack could tell his brother didn't really care.
"Yeah. If only I was I wolf. Or some sort of wild dog." Jack said.
"Y'know, I've heard some rumor that there are some wild dogs in this forest. They sharpen their claws on dog bones, and eat raw animals." Max said, scared.
"Sounds great!" Jack said.
"What do you mean? It's awful!" Max looked into Jack's bright blue gaze, and saw no fear.
"Actually, It sounds great! who told you?"
"Rosie." Rosie was the basset hound next door. She was always keeping up with the news around town. "Anyway, I'm going inside. You're starting to scare me." Jack saw Max trot inside.
"Suit yourself." Jack mumbled to himself.
Suddenly, he heard a loud scuffling in the forest. Probably a chipmunk. Jack thought. He loved to catch prey. His favorite type was birds, but he also liked chipmunks too. He dropped into a classic wolfs hunter crouch and stalked into the bushes. He took a deep sniff, then realised something. It wasn't a chipmunk. It was a dog. But it wasn't a normal dog. This dog didn't smell of humans. This dog smelt like the forest, and other dogs. She smelt like birds and, and rabbits. She even smelt a bit like blood. The blood of dogs, prey, and herself.
This wasn't your ordinary dog.
This dog was one of the wild dogs Max was talking about.