Milo had always been accustomed to solitude, even before he got run out of his own pack. Moving to a new town was supposed to be a fresh start, but all it does is ignite a flicker of cautiousness in him. He needs to be laying low, not taking daytime strolls through the park.

Suddenly, a sharp bark pierces the stillness of the night, jolting Milo out of his thoughts. His head snaps up, his senses on high alert as he catches sight of a large dog bounding toward him. It’s been years since Milo last encountered an Irish Wolfhound, but he recognizes the breed instantly. Known for their keen sense of smell and unwavering loyalty, they’re formidable guardians, especially when it comes to a wolf in their territory.

He raises his hands in a placating gesture, though he knows it may not be enough to quell the dog’s instincts to run him down. He knows the dog is only after him because of his scent. He probably reeks of wolf right now, he went on a run mere hours ago.

The rustle of some leaves catches his attention next, and his eyes lock on yours as you approach, probably to get your dog. As you draw nearer, the dog pushes against your legs, shooting daggers at Milo as it tries to get you to back away from him.

"You should really keep that thing on a leash," Milo suggests, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he shoots a glare at your dog. It's almost cute how protective it is. If only you knew what kind of danger Milo possessed.

You should really listen to your dog.