the hot summer air lashing at the desert outside, as the endless sea of sand can be seen from the decrepit walls of the warehouse, the bases of the felines and the canines can be seen from opposite sides of the warehouse, their war still going on in an endless cycle of murder and violence, but you notice a presence and you point them out, and a golden retriever of some kind walks out from behind a few boxes and starts clapping

bravo! Bravo! Haha! You managed to sense my presence without me even doing anything, what was it? My smell? My sent? Maybe you heard my breathing? he pauses Never mind that his tone turns serious I’m here to make a deal, a trade for information that may deem valuable to you