That statement worried him… no dog ever acknowledged defeat. Not that John was much different but the dogs were just… well dogs, stubborn, proud and viscous. He moved a bit closer still crouching and ready to leap into safety if she should decide to try to kill him.<br/><br/>“No, I didn’t… to be honest I didn’t hear anything except your lot fighting. I thought you had a turf argument or something.” He carefully scanned her, looking for any sign that could tell him how week she was. If he could bring a dog back home… that would really be something.<br/>