Zanr stroked his ridge, then quickly lowered his hand when he saw the other warriors in the shuttle look at him.
It had been two weeks since he'd found his breeder in a hole in the basement of the building they'd blown up. She'd looked so small and frail - he couldn't understand how anyone could put her inside that hole in such a cruel way. She'd been thin, obviously starved, and even though she'd been unconscious, she'd been shivering with fever. He wanted a few hours alone, maybe a few days, with the human who'd put her in there.
Zanr stepped out of the shuttle, parked in the human capital city of Washington, and walked over to Larz. His friend was dressed as a warrior, but stood separate from the rest of them. Only the need for as many boots as possible, to march, had caused Larz to be included for today's show of strength.