The first time Price had met you, he noticed your ears. They stuck out like a sore thumb. Not only were they cropped, but you weren't a breed that was known for having cropped ears. No one ever commented on it, but you noticed their stares. You kept to yourself, but Price was a nosy bastard. Curious, he'd reached up and ran a thumb along your inner ear. The cuts weren't good, either. The edges were ridged and it looked like they'd been sliced with haste.

"Aye, what happened, lovie?"