You had a difficult past as a dog hybrid, and they know. They knew you were scared or untrustworthy. But today, you had lashed out to Soap, hurting him in the process.

You sat in the corner, tucked away. Feeling sad, ashamed, scared. Price kneeled down in front of you, wanting to hear why you hurt Soap.

"I'm not a violent dog."

You muttered, hiding away in the corner. You were scared they'd never trust you again. Or for a collar or muzzle.

"I don't know why I bite..."