Secret stopped at the edge of the street, her ears pricked. The forest lay just behind one last road. Secret's fur started to stand on end, her eyes wide. With a glance back at the three, she ran off toward the trees, Warners following. Her ears laid flat, her tail streamed out, and her paws barely touched the soft grass underfoot.

After the run, they ran into a lake, the lake where the studio's mink, Minerva, lived. A golden retriever stood over a beagle, blood dripping down from a place under her eye. Another blue-gray dog stood in front of them, in a battle position.

"What is going on here?!" Secret growled at the dogs, baring her teeth.

The beagle looked up at her, "Dusty is on his way. We've got this."

"That one-eyed thing?" The blue-gray retorted in a strange accent.

Secret's ears stood up. "Newt." She realized, looking him over. "You're still trying to do some inter-species breeding shit with that mink, aren'tcha?" she snarled.

"Aren't you supposed to fight with claws and teeth?"

"I'll fight with whatever gets to the enemy." She growled at him, claws seeming to sparkle in the sunlight. "That mink is dead. She just happened to be killed by the one-eyed wonder. At least Dusty has a brain."

Newt's expression changed to sadness. He tucked his tail and lowered his head.

"You know the drill. Get of the territory, these are no longer shooting grounds… yadda, yadda, yadda… get the hell of our land." The retriever said before giving out a large bark.

With that, Newt ran off. The retriever looked at the Warners, "They've known you for five minutes, and this is their first time hearing you swear. Better get used to it." She added to the Warners after a moment. The beagle stood up and walked next to Dot, sniffing her tail.

"This is Macie and I'm Sunny." The retriever told them.

Macie sat up on her haunches, "S-so which are you?" she asked Dot, "Yakko, Wakko or Dot?"

Dot seemed offended by her question. Her fur bristled. "Dot, of course, the only female name."

Macie fell on her forepaws again, walking off into bushes. "Y'think I could tell?"

Sunny's eyes narrowed at Dot, her claws extending into the soft ground. "You scared her."

Dot only stared back. "She's too small to live here." She murmured after a moment.

Sunny's eyes widened, hackles standing up. "You try telling that to mothers!" She crouched down, ready to pounce at her, "You try tellin' that to newborn pups! If you tell'em that, they'll go jump in the lake and kill 'em'selfs!" She ran in the same way as Macie.

Secret looked at Dot, flecks of hate in her gaze. She clenched her teeth, growling, "I'm expecting pups, so shut your mouth. If you wanna live here, you'll shut your yap, if a mother has pups and they kill themselves 'cuz of you?" He laughed a bit, claws sinking into the soft ground. "I'll rip out your belly myself."

Secret padded off as well, waving her fluffy tail for the Warners to follow. Wakko quickly followed, Yakko and Dot hung back.

Dot was terrified at the thought of who seemed like such a clam dog to murder her.

Yakko wrapped his tail around Dot's, "She won't kill you with me watching. But, you don't mess with a suka and her pups. C'mon."

He walked after them, Dot only following from hating the thought of becoming lost. The image flashed through her mind. The brown dog pinning her to the ground by her shoulders, an unreadable expression, then she brought up her claw, and scored it down her stomach. Blood poured from the wound, as she took staggering breaths, darkness nipping the edges of her vision.

Secret's eyes flashed blue, then she whispered, "I warned you."

Dot snapped back to reality. Yakko was staring at her. "Her eyes won't go blue, Dot."

Dot stared back, how dare he read her thoughts? How could he read her thoughts? "The hell are you yappin' about?"

Yakko walked on, turning away from her. "Oh, nothing, nothing. Just the fact the only time Secret's eyes were blue was when she was pupped. So were yours, by the way."

"What?" Dot followed behind him, the steps of the Escort and Wakko were stomped into the grass. "Yakko, what are you even saying?"

"Well, I mean… yours were more of a gray-blue than what Wakko's are. Then they changed to amber like mine. Strange as well, neither of our parents had blue eyes." He rambled on, staring at the ground. Dot just stared at him. "If I remember, our birth mother had green-brown eyes and our father had amber, I guess Wakko got lucky with recessive, we're just stuck with dominant."

Dot sighed, Yakko glanced at her. "Why are you rambling? You're worrying me, Yakko."

"Just trying to live my name, don't mind me…"

"…Yakko…"

"I never live up to it, anyway."

"Yakko, really, what's gotten into you? You're scaring me!"

Yakko didn't respond, he just kept walking through the woods. Dot was also silent. She was confused more than anything. The image of the brother she knew was so split and blurred, she couldn't tell fake from real. One moment he was just silent, the next rambling about a tiny detail of something stupid.

The studio she had grown up with had always showed him as an all-or-nothing kind of guy. She couldn't understand why they changed him so much. They got her spot-on and they were pretty close to Wakko.

It just seemed so strange for him to fit into that fake persona. But, if that's what he wanted, she was fine. She could take anything her siblings threw at her.

She'd gone through enough unwilling shit with them already.