Chapter 2
Now why did I do that? These humans and dogs don't deserve to be graced with a wolf's howl. A human banged her cage. "Spike seems ready to fight. Put her in next." Trella recognized the name these human snakes gave her. She guessed they got it from the necklace they had taken from her. The fools couldn't even tell it was a star.
"You're gonna win this fight for me aren't ya." The man stood in front of her cage. A man Trella recognized as her keeper. Other men laughed "you're going to put that pip-squeak in the pit. Man it won't last five minutes." Keeper gestured towards the cage, "she's not an overgrown lapdog. She just needs to get riled up."
On Keepers wrist was her necklace with splotches of grease, blood, and mud on it. How dare he let it get so filthy?! How dare he let Samar's hard work be soiled like that?! Trella lunged against her cage her jaws snapped closed near his hand. He jerked his hand away causing her face to slam on the bars. She couldn't believe her luck. Her treasure, her beautiful, precious, treasure was in her jaws. She wasn't about to let go. The fool finally noticed that he could get away if he got the necklace off his hand and shook it until it came loose and ran off.
It was hers. Finally, after months of waiting she had gotten her pendent back. Trella set it on the ground and flipped part of the chain over her nose and carefully lifted her head and let the chain slide into place around her neck. She felt so happy she could cry. But now was not the time her fight in the pit had started. Trella trotted out for her cage into the pit to face her opponent.
In the distance
Toboe topped the hill panting a little. Running for hours had tired him some so he went to a slower pace. The sent of blood came to his nose. Blood? Why blood?
Below at the bottom of the hill sat an old warehouse. The cheer and shouting of humans was loud. Toboe curious as ever went to investigate. He moved closer to the building. He nudged the door open and sneaked inside. It was dusty, crowded, and loud. It smelled of alcohol, sweat, and blood. He crept farther in to the edge of the stands. Below him was a pit with two large dogs fighting. He didn't like it one bit.
Toboe turned to leave but got knocked over by a drunken man. Dazed he slowly got to his feet. The man started to yell. "DOG LOOSE! DOG LOOSE!" Others came holding long sticks with loops of rope at the end. A rope slipped around Toboe's neck. "That was easy. What should we do with it?" Toboe did not like this man's voice it sounded oily and the aura he gave off was too calm for having a wolf attached to the end of his stick. Toboe didn't know what came over him, probably too much of Kiba telling a wolf should have pride of who and what he is, but Toboe attacked.
Another loop of rope went around his neck stopping him. A man in a tux smoking a cigar, "Well, if this mongrel wants to fight let him fight." He waved his cigar and gestured towards the pits, "That fight is nearly over anyway."
Toboe was dragged towards the pit and the men kicked him in. Toboe let out a yelp of pain and dropped into the pit. The rope slipped from his neck. He let out a sigh of relief and looked up at the top of the pit. It was shallow enough he could jump out again. It might hold a dog well enough but not a wolf, only problem was the people.
A growl behind made him jump and turn. The fighters in the pits were a dog that looked like a Doberman with a bull dogs muscles. The other was a gray she-wolf about his size. They didn't even realize he was there they were so immersed in their fight.
Trella P.O.V.
Trella's opponent was strong but his size was his undoing. Trella had fought many of his type before and knew how to make his weight advantage a disadvantage for him. She was small but quick and speed was something these big dogs weren't use to. She ran straight for him aiming for his neck, or so it seemed. Last second she dodged around him. The mutt trying to follow reared on his hind legs to face her. At that second when he had the least balance she lunged for him knocking down and pinning him biting his throat. She made his death as quick as possible. When he finally died she let out a howl.
The crowed cheered and boo loudly. So use to the noise she blocked it out. She turned to go to her cage where she could be left alone. Instead she spotted a brown dog frozen in fear staring at her. Then he whispered "Trella" and it was her turn to freeze.