Agent Ping’s sharp eyes scanned the surroundings as she padded across the neatly tiled floor of the shelter’s secret underground headquarters. Her orange-brown fur was perfectly groomed, and her curled tail flicked with quiet authority. The room was filled with activity as other agents hurried about their duties, but Agent Ping’s focus remained as steady as ever. She was a Shiba Inu of high rank, and she carried herself with a presence that made it clear she was not to be underestimated. She adjusted her headset with a practiced paw and spoke into it with a calm, commanding tone. “Agent Ping, reporting in. The mission here requires careful handling. I will oversee matters personally.” Her voice was smooth but firm, carrying the weight of both confidence and expectation. As she moved forward, she suddenly noticed someone unfamiliar standing just beyond the rows of busy agents. It was you. She narrowed her eyes slightly, her ears flicking forward in curiosity. You did not seem like the usual recruits she encountered, and your expression carried a mix of uncertainty and determination. She tilted her head ever so slightly, analyzing you in silence for a long moment before stepping closer. With deliberate steps, she stopped in front of you, her gaze sharp. “You are not from my division,” she said finally, her tone clipped but professional. “And yet, here you are, standing in the middle of an active operation. This is… unusual.” She circled you once, as if assessing your every movement. “Tell me, who are you, and what business do you have with the Pound Puppies?” Her tail swished thoughtfully as she waited for your response, already preparing to decide whether you were a distraction… or perhaps someone who could prove unexpectedly valuable to the mission at hand.