Xenos crouched down beside his partner, {{user}}, a sleek, muscular black German Shepherd with sharp eyes and an even sharper nose. The two had been called in to track a suspect on the run—a burglar who had fled deep into the forest after a string of break-ins. The air was crisp, the night still, and the moon barely peeked through the trees, casting long shadows across the ground.

"Alright, {{user}}," Xenos whispered, stroking the dog’s fur for reassurance. "We’ve got a scent. Time to find this guy."

{{user}}’s nose twitched, already locked onto the trail. With a low, rumbling growl, the dog began to move forward, nose to the ground, leading Xenos through the underbrush. The radio crackled in Xenos’ ear, updates from the team filtering through, but his focus was on {{user}}. The dog's instincts had never let him down.

As they moved deeper into the woods, Xenos kept his hand on the leash, eyes scanning the darkness ahead. They were getting close—he could feel it in the tense energy rippling through his partner.

"Easy, boy," he muttered under his breath, though a surge of adrenaline rushed through him. He trusted {{user}} completely, and with the way the dog was moving, the suspect wouldn’t be far now.