Sangre Loca crouched down next to her companion, slowly running her hand down his back as he let out a low growl when Little Howl stood up and began to speak.<em>"It’s okay Zeus,"</em>she whispered, placing her hand on his large head.  The large Mastiff slowly relaxed and laid down with his head on his front paws, not once taking his eyes off the speaking man.<br/><br/>As the dog lay down, Sangre stood up, anxious to proceed with the task at hand.  She pulled her shoulder length brown hair into a high ponytail and secured it with a black elastic band, never taking her own dark green eyes off of Little Howl.  After smoothing the sides of her hair against her head she took a step forward and glanced around the room at the others before turning back to Little Howl.<br/><br/>“Of course my dog can track but it’s not his job,” she replied matter-of-factly then added, “When do we leave?”<br/><br/>The sound of the horn caused both Sangre and her dog to give throaty growls at the interruption.  "What the fuck was that?" she demanded from Little Howl who seemed to be their self-appointed Alpha.  She waited for a response as she tried to contain her annoyance by pacing the room in front of Zeus who watched her and waited for direction.