Scamp watched as the woman, who seemed to be observing as much as using the dogs, disappear with a pair of his compatriots. Another male, one who seemed to have gotten the message about their fate and status and stopped trying to fight or beg his way out, and a girl-dog who looked beside herself with need. The woman had been talking about letting the male mount his partner, something he was no doubt eagerly looking forward to.<br/><br/>Stretching once more arching his back slightly, Scamp settles into the cage once more, twisting and curling until he was at least marginally comfortable. He jumped as he felt something brush his leg, only to find it was the tail that had been grafted onto his spine curling down against his thigh, a flawless Indicator of his own thoughts and mood. Looking out into the now considerably more quiet cage area, he wonders silently about how he got here - where this place is and why all the dogs seem self-aware - and what will happen of today's....selections predict his future popularity.<br/><br/>He could guess the answer to that last one, and the answer he came up with was enough to make him curl up more tightly, watching the door with quiet, timid eyes.