“I knew it!” a brown dog shouted. “I knew I smelt a changeling, you smell just like their Queen!” That elicited dark chuckles from the other dogs. Several ponies were snickering at the outburst. Handy was confused but assumed it was an accusation of some sort that he’d rather not have associated with him. He let out a long, low growl of anger. Who was this dog to judge him?