Scald Crow
Herne radioed from the nearby alley, "Can I keep a couple of these mutts? I think more than one would make for an excellent Gabriel hound."
"No dogs in my Scald crow, They smell and poop everywhere," Theria practically screamed into the microphone.
"How about a small one?" Herne's voice pleaded
Theria threw her hands up in the air and growled, "We'll talk about it once we've nailed this El Silbon fellow."
"I already have him picked out," Herne sounded pleased, "I've named him Gabriel in honor of the..."
"We get the point, Herne" Theria drew her arm back, radio in hand, ready to launch it to the furthest ends of the earth.
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