<div class="floatleft">(https://static1.e621.net/data/8f/b8/8fb84a9fd760a28fedf1d586dee2116b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gilda<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Train Station<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>‘Jeeze, what crawled up her ass</em>?’ Gidla thought bitterly to herself as she looked over at the large St. Bernard who looked more fur than body. As much as she didn't mind being in the background and not having to do much, the slacker Doberman couldn't help but admit that she felt a slight hint of jealousy within herself as she saw the others getting more attention than she was. Her docked tail and ears moved in ways that expressed how she really felt and she had half a mind to shove herself in the middle of them all just to get some attention.<br/><br/>Instead though she remained at the back of the group, arms crossed and ears pinned back as she looked almost impatient and like she wanted to be anywhere else but the trainstation. "So when do we get to beat up guys and lock them up? Can I bite them?" she asked, looking as if she would have been wagging her tail, if she still had hers.