(Aw, come on, at least have Shawn greet the guy who brought Candie's box!)<br/><br/>"Oh, that sounds like it was horrible! But good for you! Showing him his place in the world. Scumbags like that belong beneath our scales," she tells him supportively. "I was born and raised by my own... Pack? I think that's the best you could call it. We lived out in the Arctic, but when I was about sixteen, a huge famine struck, and there was barely any food to go around for anyone. I outlived the others, sometimes by having to eat them or their dead bodies, and wound up surviving another four years until I was twenty. That was when I was the last one left and I began to run out of food, but my previous owner found me just before I went insane and took me to England to live with him for three years, and then we moved here and lived for another two together, until he became simply too busy to be able to keep me at home any longer, and so he took me here. I don't think he wanted anyone to adopt me, because he wants to take me back once he's no longer busy, but yeah... I miss him already."