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Riley was done playing nice. The big Doberman was still growling about Bandit - his former friend had _let_Abby escape. All the better that he hadn't seen the Beauceron in a while. And Randy was back in Seattle. No, it was time to take matters into his own paws. Riley hadn't stopped with just one cage, but had in fact built four in the corner of his junkyard home.

He didn't need Abby to fill one of the cages. There were plenty of bitches in the sea. Still, hunting was easier with a posse, and now he had to do it alone. He'd have to find one with a collar, so that he could drag her to his home...

Unless...

What a coincidence. Up ahead, the Doberman saw three dogs in a semicircle around a dumpster that had been left on its side. The door on the top was flapped closed, but the bottom one lay flat across the ground. He knew an entourage when he saw one - three males, a Poodle, a lab, and what looked like a Corgi, all staring into the dark enclosure. There was only one thing that would draw their attention like that...

"C'mon on now, we're not going away. Might as well come out and get it over with!" the little dog yipped, his stubtail wagging.

The Poodle appeared to be the leader. "We don't bite - unless you bite first."

They'd obviously cornered a bitch in the dumpster, but were too afraid to go in there after her. Amateurs, but they might prove useful. Riley strode forward. "Need a little help?"

The three dogs, so focused on the dumpster, were startled by the sudden appearance of the muscular Doberman. He certainly looked more than a match for any one of them alone. The Poodle puffed up. "I think we got this pretty well in hand. So you better just keep moving."

Riley ignored him, stepping past him as if daring him to make a move. Crouching, the big, black dog peered into the dark, green container. He saw teeth. The bitch was already snarling, threatening anyone who might come inside. Her creamy brown fur covered her heavy-set muzzle, two lighter dots above her eyes, framed by upright, pointed ears. Looked like a malamute. She had a purple collar on, with a leash still attached. Must have run away from her owner.

I bet she regrets that now, Riley thought. She would be a tough fight, but she was a pet, not used to fighting for survival. She might have a few pounds on the Doberman, but they had the numbers.

"Get away from us!" she snarled, fear in her eyes as her assailants upped from three to four.

Us? Riley let his eyes adjust, gazing past the pure-bred sled dog. He couldn't help but grin, piecing it all together now. There was a puppy, the spitting image of her mother, her bright pink collar and matching leash curled around behind the scared bitch. The mother knew better than to run off on her own, but this young little pedigree must have decided to go on a little adventure.

The daughter was barely half-grown, maybe five or six months, scared and confused. The scent was clear - one smell of heat, the mother. The pup was still too young. She'd run off, and the mother was so worried about her little one that she followed, despite the risk of her heat. Their human was surely far away now, searching in vain. They were alone, and luck was not on their side.

"Now, now, I don't think you understand. We only want what's best for you," the Doberman explained.

The Poodle growled. "You better just keep walking," he said, not appreciating Riley's help.

Riley turned to face the three males circling him. "Don't worry," he said, "I'll share her with you."

That only sparked more anger from the stray. "She's ours."

Riley just shook his head. "They look like they're that dumpster's. How exactly do you plan to get them out while keeping all your pretty fur?"

The Poodle bristled, but Riley was pleased to see that the Black Labrador and Corgi were more cautious. "Pier..." the little orange dog piped up.

"Shut up, Pip," the Poodle snarled. "Look, you aren't welcome here, and if we have to, we'll run you off."

Riley shook his head. "Fight me, and let the malamute run off? How about this - if I can get her out of there, we all just have a good time? What do you think, Pip...Blackie?"

"Woods," said the other large dog.

Pip chimed in, "If he wants to risk his fur to get her out of there, I say why not?"

Pier could sense he didn't really have the support of his companions. He obviously didn't keep a tight enough leash (pun intended) on his subordinates. Trying to save face, the pretty Poodle said, "Fine - I want to see this."

Riley smiled, his teeth glistening. "I'm going to need your help, Pip."

"Huh? Why me?" he cocked his head.

"Just come here, and I'll explain quietly." Riley made a show of glancing back at the bitch, who had watched all of this with some interest. He hated to see the hopeful glimmer in her eyes as she hoped the Poodle would be so dumb as to give her and her daughter an avenue of escape.

But when Pip trotted over, Riley didn't whisper in his ear, or even wait. He grabbed the small dog by the scruff of his neck, and tossed him, yelping, straight into the dumpster! Only Riley knew he was about to do this, so only he was quick enough to react. He watched intently as the Corgi _thudded_into the shocked malamute. She'd been primed to bite if someone invaded, but she thought twice about attacking the Corgi for getting thrown at her. Instead, she backed up in surprise, running into her own daughter. The pup, surprised, jumped and startled.

And that was his chance. The little tan puppy scattered toward the side of the dumpster, but she dragged her leash behind her, tossing and turning. With a quick snap, he closed his teeth around the pink lead, and wrenched it forward, dragging the fifty pound puppy into the open.

Pip, for his part, bolted out of the dumpster before the large malamute could decide whether to punish him. The Corgi gasped, "What the hell was that for!?"

Riley's only answer was to yank on the puppy's leash, dragging her even further from her cornered mother.

"Give her back!" the mother yelped, realizing what had just happened.

Woods proved the most resourceful, grabbing the girl by the collar so that Riley could drop her leash. The Doberman grinned down at the Corgi. "Now we've got some leverage. I knew you wouldn't get hurt." He was lying. There was definitely a chance that the malamute would have ripped into the little wannabe. But he didn't have to know that.

"Oh."

Pier looked unsatisfied. "Great, you got the puppy. What good is that? She's too young to breed."

Riley rolled his eyes. "Now we can make her come out. Just threaten the puppy instead of wasting your teeth on an ally like me."

Pier gaped. "You want me to beat up a little girl?"

The pup stared into the dumpster, eyes wide. "Mom!!"

Riley groaned. "Well, if you want to rape her mother, yes."

Pip gaped. "It's not...we're not..."

Pier said, "It's not rape - she just needs a little encouragement."

Riley rolled his eyes. "How about this for encouragement - you there, come out or I'll tear out your daughter's throat."

"Y-you wouldn't dare...!" the mother gasped, staring at her restrained daughter.

Pip and Pier gasped as well, but Riley was gratified that Woods held her in place anyway, not letting the half-grown Pedigree escape. Pier said, "You're sick!"

Riley sighed. "You let her call my bluff, you idiot. She didn't know what we would or _wouldn't_do. But now she does."

The mother thought she was gaining the upper hand. She whispered to her daughter, "It's going to be okay, Sabaka. You - you, just let her go. It's me you want."

Riley shook his head. "Then come out and lift your tail."