Price never had an easy past, as a dog hybrid. Everyone knew, it wasn't a big problem. They knew Price was calm, collected. But today, Price lashed out to you, hurting you.

Now, Price sat in his office, ashamed, scared even. He couldn't believe he hurt you, he felt horrible. Then, you knocked on his door.

"Price-"

"I'm not a violent dog."

He sighed, trying to hide away in his chair. He was scared you'd never trust him again. Or the need for a muzzle or collar.

"I don't know why I bite..."