Yote let out a vicious snarl, thrashing and struggling as much as he could, but the female shepherd wrenched his arm behind his back, pressing his face into the concrete floor of the bunker and pinning him there. Deprived of his weapons, there was not much the coyote could do except struggle against the shepherd’s unyielding grip

“Bitch! Let me go.. Grawrrrr.”

“Oh but why?” Came a deep, male voice from the shadows. “You’ve only just arrived, Mister Yote.”

“Reinhardt.” Yote growled, recognizing the voice instantly. “I didn’t think your guard dogs were fond of taking prisoners.”

“Under normal circumstances, you would be absolutely correct, and she would have disposed of you by now.”

“Then is there a reason I’m still here?”

The figure stepped forward; a Doberman clad in an army major’s uniform, his polished boots gleaming even in the dim light of the bunker. His appearance was impeccable, and that the uniform was worn by a tall, muscular Doberman made it rather intimidating.

Yote knew him well, or at least his file. He was Oberstleutnant Guntar Reinhardt- Commander of the Special Sciences Division of the Canine People’s Army. The rumor around military circles was that her was responsible for a great number of advances in gene therapy and genetic research for military applications. He was probably the reason the Praetorian Guard Soldier holding him captive seemed to posses super strength…. She probably did. And the fact that he was being kept alive and not killed was sending a chill down the coyote’s spine.

“The first reason is obvious. I am going to see to it you are interrogated and that you divulge every little detail of your mission here. As for the second reason I haven’t ordered your disposal; You have quite an impressive resume, Mr. Yote. My superiors feel that your talents are wasted on these silly mercenary tasks.”

“It pays the bills.” Yote spat in reply “Girlfriend has expensive taste.”

“Quite. Well my superiors feel that your… unique skill set would be more suited serving the Fatherland.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to respectfully decline your offer there, chief.”

The Doberman grinned and knelt in front of the restrained coyote, and he squirmed reflexively, causing the shepherd to intensify her grip on her prisoner.

“Take our guest to level three, and begin the ah… Interview. Do try and keep this one alive.”

The shepherd's laughter made his blood run cold.

Little non canon snippet starring Yote as himself and Dora as the elite guard.

Artwork (c) Aggro
Chars (c) Me and Dani