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I had a German Shepherd/Collie mix growing up who did the same! he was a BEAUTIFUL dog (people would stop us on the street asking to buy him as a regular thing), but the first time I approached him in hopes of friendship Shep bit my entire face. just a snap, not enough to draw blood, but as a tiny kid it’s quite scary having your whole head briefly inside a dog’s mouth

he also had the Collie herding behaviour down pat! at the park, he’d circle around us kids obsessively, and get rather anxious when we wouldn’t group like sheep. RIP Shep, you were a real one

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Lance got used to the others fairly quickly, surprised at how respectful they were compared to what he had expected. He's become more of who he was before everything happened, and he isn't so skittish anymore. He's back to a healthy weight, his hair is healthy again, and he doesn't have bags under his eyes from pure exhaustion.

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Lance hums along to a song, headphones in his ears. He walks next to his partner, Keith, who is looking around with a glare. Lance smiles and takes one headphone out. “Keith, you are giving off such a scary look! Shiro said this was a day off! So relax. You’ll turn everyone off if you keep up such a face.”

Keith pouts, “Relax? You aren’t eve paying attention to the road. Shiro will be upset if you get run over...someone has to be responsible for you and unfortunately it is me.” Lance laughs and pockets his phone, “There better? Now if I get run over, it’ll be my fault.”

Keith huffs but smiles a little. “Whatever. We are almost at that bakery you like. I can’t believe we have to go so far for bread.”

Lance gasps, “Keith!! It’s not just bread! Fresh made, full of love and wholesome ingredients!! It is THE bread!” Lance and Keith share a look then both start laughing. “Yeah okay, I’m a little bored. Boss doesn’t give us a day off often. Maybe we should hit up a bar or something.”

“Don’t you sulk at me!”

The snarl came along with a rake of claws from her mother, Queen Skagalis of the Arctic Seas.  The claws did no damage but the scrape of them was a stinging reminder of her mother’s power in all ways.

The Leopard Seal Mer was powerful, beautiful: sleek with a layer of muscle and fat that went well with her gray and white skin, fur, and spots.  The Land-Walker half of her genetics had given her vibrant white hair streaked with black going back from the temples.  Skagalis had been a simple worker when the then-Crown Prince had seen her and craved her to be his.  Skagalis had made it so she would be Queen or Nothing and that ambition was just as strong to this day.

“We need the minerals and in-flux of fresh blood to mingle with our own that can be found in The Deep!” Skagalis continued.  She flicked her tail in a coil that swirled her around her daughter; used her flippers at the end of the tail to halt her precisely to loom over the younger Mer.  “The Arctic has been thinned too far!  We need the people and we need the minerals!”

“Then sell some one else to this merger!” Cairis shot back.  “Sell yourself for all I care!  Why does it have to be me?”

Skagalis snarled again, baring her large and sharp teeth.

“Because this is the only way I can get you out of here!” she spat.  “Look at you!  A fat, pink Leopard Seal who can’t hunt worth a damn!  None of our own will have you!  You should be grateful that the Kingdom of the Deep agreed to have you!”

Skagalis laughed meanly.

“It’s the greatest joke - it really is!” she crowed.  “They’re going to exchange people for breeding and minerals that will rekindle our seas - and all they get is you in return!  Something for nothing!”

Cairis stared at her mother and hated the other Mer like nothing else.

She could only hope her new mate would at least tolerate her: a plump Leopard Seal Mer; faintly gray fur overlaying pale pink flesh.  Her darker pink hair, streaked with black and gray, only served to highlight the genetic mutation that meant something had gone wrong somewhere.

Lance groans and falls back against the mattress, eyes squeezing shut to make the sudden surge of dizziness go away. His head hurts. Why? What happened? The last thing he recalls is...heading to the training deck...? He remembers fiddling with the controls, not quite paying attention to what he was doing, and then, when the training sequence started...

His head throbs sharply and he whimpers and presses a hand against it. It doesn’t help.

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