Chapter 139: Pedigree

His form before my eyes shifted. 

How should I describe something I had never paid much heed to before? 

Well, now that my gaze has become enraptured by this amazing change before me. 

Should I ask him if it is painful? 

Should I ask him how it feels to be a species that has become so few? 

The male before me is one among the originals from the mutts. The Lupus look; triangular ears, ivory fangs, and six claw-tipped claws. The furred tail was half his length. With four eyes two on each side one above the other. From his forehead and I between the slightly pointed ears were the emerald crown matching his eyes.