WE STAND AS GIANTS || o, joining

[QUIETUS]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]— Though he didn't give it much thought, Quietus took note of the queer names these former clanners brought with them, from Bubblepup to this one, Modernwarfare. His own name was uncommon, but not to this point where he was named after everyday things, and he wasn't sure whether to be bemused or question the true creativity of these animals. He settled on both, but his long, nonchalant vice was fit snug on his wolfish cranium and he tilted his head appreciatively in turn, approaching with a steady saunter. "Yes. You can."  a shepherd was not odd to see around here, nor any other kind of breed of dog or cat, but Quietus had a special place in his heart for members of his own breed, even if he fell under a different label. Carpathian Shepherd. Guardians of the flocks of sheep that the humans once tamed and used for work; while his dad had been a fighting dog, his mother had been working on these farms. It further stretched out their different lives, and how close they had not come to meeting each other. But they had, and made Quietus, who was a reflection of his father and strove to be his mother. It was hard to live up to her image, though. She was kind, and he was bland, so very grey. The only thing they had in common was their tolerance in children, and Quietus had the patience of a saint to deal with them in an orderly enough fashion. "My name's Quietus. Do you need to be shown around?"