Chapter 100: A dog, really-

In a rundown alley was a small, scrappy dog named Swahili.

He was so small one would probably mistake him for a rat. His mangled hind leg adorned with a patch of bald skin made him as ugly as he could be.

One of its eyes was missing while the other barely saw anything.

The only working eye was filled with both fear and determination as he nervously steals a few scraps of food from a trash can. He looks around warily, knowing he is unwelcome in the world of both dogs and humans.

Swahili has grown up as an outcast, never knowing the love and companionship of a pack. He is constantly on the move, scavenging for food and avoiding any potential threats.

Despite his tough exterior, there is a sadness in his eyes, a longing for connection and acceptance that seems out of reach in his harsh reality.

Unlike what people tend to think about Swahili, he wasn't involved in any incident. He was born as hideous as he is.