Kyle roused, the darkness of a alley shading him in the night. Chicks lay near him, curled and snoring lightly. Will and Abby lie separate, corners harder then Kyles. Kyle pushed up, stretching his paws along the dark pavement and his muscles twitching with nerves as his sleepy paws tingled. His stomach growled, rolling like a monster hungry to be appeased by a meal fit for five packs of wolves. Shaking his head, he sniffed the air and stalked out from the alley onto a dimly lit sidewalk. His brown eyes glazed over wondering humans, slow morning cars until it spotted a trash can. The silver can had a moldy sausage next to it, which was more than appetizing to a hungry dog of his size. "Chicka ! Wake up !" Kyle snapped. Chicka stirred behind him, blinking dazedly and pushing to her paws. "Kyle ?... What are you doing up ?" She asked. Kyle flicked his tail over her head affectionately. "Getting breakfast..." Kyle growled cunningly. Chicka licked her lips, her eyes wider now. "But I need your help so to get the best food for our comrades." Kyle said gently. Chicka flattened her ears, tilting her head.

"What could I possibly do ?" Chicka asked. Kyle looked ahead, a bench, a man sat on with food in a bag, he looked like the man who would gladly smack anyone who tried to get his food. "Go up there, and be cute, distract him, making him pet you while I get the bag of food." Kyle said.

Sounds better than a molding sausage... Kyle thought roughly.

Chicka wagged, finding that being useful was something she never dreamed of being. Bounding out across the quiet street she leaped up to where the man sat. He glanced down, frowning and snapping with a wave of his hand.

What is he saying ...? Kyle wondered.

Chicka rolled over, seeming to know more about humans then Kyle did.

Quickly, the man lifted his hand from the paper bag and gently rubbed Chicka. Kyle raced across the street, seeing his hand withdraw from Chicka to reach for his bag.Kyle slid in, his paws burning and grabbed the bag before thundering away. The man yelled, screaming in anger.

Chicka yelped, confused as she leaped off the bench and followed Kyle. The dark man followed, waving his arms and yelling.

"ABBY ! WILL ! WAKE UP !" Kyle barked. They got up quickly, wobbling. Kyle stood, waiting for them with his fearful eyes on them. "Whats happening ?" Wil asked, his ears back and head lowered. "WATCH OUT !" Chicka growled. Kyle turned to see the man reaching down, hand grabbing for him. Chicka leapt, biting into the man's wrist enough to draw blood. The man stepped back, screaming in pain. Kyle took that moment to drop the food and grab Chika by the scruff.

"Grab the food idiot !" Abby snapped as she barked and farted at the human as he lunged for the running dogs. Will rolled his eyes, looking flustered as he grabbed the bag and followed Abby. "You're really brave." Will grumbled through the bag.

Abby raced faster as if to escape him and then sighed. "Just be glad your father wasn't the fifth in a generation of high aggression police dogs."

Will thought a moment, wondering if he should be ashamed of bis mutthood.

No... Will thought, remembering a bulldog he once saw, struggling to breath on a nice day walk.

Humans did that to you

Will shook his head, and sped up.

Kyle, at the front, barked, turning into a slim alley around the corner near a bookstore. A large black tube lead through a large hole in the fence. The dogs raced through it, lungs burning with tiredness. Kyle hid in a corner, setting Chicka down delicately.

Will held the bag crouching behind Abby who stood close to the black tube which was much too large to keep a human out if he crawled.

"Shh... It's not over !" Snarled Abby as the man's foot steps echoed through the tube into the square alley end.

Chicka looked excited, wagging from the adrenaline built within her.

I've never been such a bad dog in my life ! Chicka thought.

Kyle nudged her, stopping her panting and wagging. The seconds ticked by as the sound of breathing came from the alley. Heavy breathing, from a tired man obviously.

The footsteps footsteps came closer, and closer, the echo loud as every dog held their breath. Abbies hackles spiked, her muzzle wrinkling and her eyes narrow with a dangerous gleam.

Then the man turned, the sound of breathing and feet fading until it was a noise in a very long distance away. Only then did the dogs sigh, sucking in air. Abby settled, her eyes darting around still, wary of her surrounding.

"Relax Abby, he's he's gone." Kyle soothed as Will walked into the center of the square and poured out the food. Kyle walked in last as the dogs grabbed their food. Chicka ate fries, Will ate a hamburger and Abby nipped as a foot long hotdog.

Kyle found nothing was left, and sat near the bag without complaint. The dogs ate slower, realizing that he had nothing. And suddenly they nudged every half of their food to him. Kyle ate, eyeing them all gratefully.

"Good Job Chicka." Kyle praised. "How did this all happen anyway ?" Will asked. Chicka wagged, bouncing.

"Well it all begun with...." She went on, leaping and snapping to show how everything happened, her tail wagging happily. Kyle was full, and all the dogs huddled to rest.

But little did they know, they had made a new enemy, one whose bite we much worse than his bark.