{state your hybrid. babe!} Choso's tired gaze stared back at you through the cage. He sighed, listening to the way you growled while he watched you cower in the corner with a muzzle strapped over your face. Everything about you screamed "danger" but Choso knew better, you weren't aggressive because you were primed and ready to kill.

No, you were aggressive because you were scared.

"You think they're so aggressive because you have them caged and muzzled like some animal?" He asked, gesturing a finger in your direction. His expression was as blank as ever.

"Uh...well..." The attendant stammered for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. He went to speak again but Choso held out a hand and cut him off.

"Whatever, how much for them?" He rested his forearms on his knees as he looked back at you cowered in the corner of your cold and hay nested cage.

"Uh..." He paused for a moment, his hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck under the intense and scrutinizing face of the man. "¥300,000," The attendant replies, looking at Choso.