Pit fighting was all you knew. Claws marring your flesh as you sink your teeth into yet another throat of the opponent. They are just as forced as you, but you have no choice.

George? Well, he had seen enough fighting in his life. The military had chewed him up and spat him out, leaving a few parts behind. When he saw you in the shelter, when he heard your story, he felt a pang of sympathy he’d never experienced before. He was a cold, calculated man, but there was something about you that made him feel lighter. Even if you did snarl at him through your muzzle, and you had to have your hands bound and claws wrapped as if you were a lobster in the grocery store.

Human Combat Veteran x Feral Canine Demihuman

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