- Now in the mouth of the den Dom had fallen into fevered dreams, dreams that left his paws and ears twitching, his lips twitching past the tips of his fangs as he let out huffs meant to be growls.  " Get RID of it, It's damn ugly, too small and looks like a god forsaken demon with those damn eyes. He'll never hold up in the ring with them biggin's.. get him gone, NOW!" the man screamed, he was flailing his arms and was bearing one of the metal sticks. " Get it out of here or I'll do it myself!" the man roared slamming a door behind him. Dom was too young to know what was happening, 1 month old, barely knowing how to balance himself he hung mid-air scruffed by an un-identifiable being. The same being that began walking outside and down the steps. Everything was too bright, the light hurt after being shut in a box for two weeks. The sun boar down on he and the hand, the heat was welcomed as the box had been rather frigid. Dom was happy to smell the air outside and hear the birds.

A loud POP caused Dom to startle and the hand quickly shook him, " stop fidgetin you stupid mutt. Boss says to be rid of you, you're too small and ugly with dem eyes" and the pup was craned up and around to face the man. He had an ugly face, a beard, barely any teeth with black smudges on his face then the pup was lowered and carelessly swung by the man's side before the voice chuckled, a sick sound, " Boss only uses the BEST for his fightin ring" Looking around Dom's tiny eyes wandered about nervously, he moved a bit then was shaken again and told to be still or he'd be tossed and then bagged. Tossed and bagged? What is that? the popping noise came again and dom startled once more and quickly tucked his tiny tail between his legs as another hand came from the blue and whapped Dom's face. And in an instant Dom's world went into a topsy turvy rush of swirls and the immense feel of falling. He hit the ground upside down on his head. The pliable black walls began to rustle as it was lifted from the ground and once again Dom was thrown into a crazy motion as the bag spun quickly in one direction, the top getting tighter... the air thinning out. Dom was scared now, he tried to be strong as his mother told him.

But he didn't know what to do, everything happened so fast and know he didn't even know where his mother was. He became frightened and started to cry out. an ob
ject slapped at the bag hitting Dom in the face once again before the falling sensation came along once more and this time the ground made a loud crashing noise and with that, a lower pop sound. And then... everything was dark. A few hours later Dom continued to cry and move about trying to waddle his way to an opening to get out. But there wasn't one, and in the dark with his un-developed and neglected eyes he could barely see. Tiny mewls carried inside the trashcan and Dom began to feel the heat waves rippling over his face and forcing him to learn how to pant very quickly. He couldn't breath in there, it was too hot, he was thirsty and hungry and terrified. And yet no matter how much he cried nobody came to help... Eventually the heat became too much and Dominik went into a lethal stupor as he lay overheating on the bottom of trashcan tied in a trashbag out in 103 degree heat with the sun beating down on him. And suddenly from the very top of the can he heard a pop noise and the can rattled. He was too weak to move and nearly dead but he saw the bag tare open and the light crash in along with a silhouette of a woman.

He remembers her hands embracing his hot, weak body and lifting him to her chest, cradling him and in that moment when he thought he was taking his last breath he heard his mothers last words to him,

 " Don't show your fear, they know when you're afraid and they will take advantage of you. Be my strong boy, everything will be ok, I will find you!"

And like that, she was gone. He remembered his mother's face, the terror and angst and her cries as they dragged her into that metal box. His cries to her, and his father, His mother's Soul mate lying lifeless at the mouth of the den.* with a series of twitches and cries Dom lye still held captive in his nightmares until his mind snapped awake. And finally with a rushed breath his eyes shot open his head lifting as he looked around. It felt so real... like he was there again... that helpless 1 month old pup... Shaking his head he looked around only saw Roe behind him. And for a second he became angered. ' why in the world is a pup being left with an injured Alpha!?' not that Dom wouldn't protect her, he would give his life for her but if he had stayed in that restless stupor and a predator come along... he stopped and growled then quickly quieted as the little Roe crawled sleepily up to Dom's side and snuggled into him. Giving the pup a lick Dom looked out to the trees as the snow began to fall around them gently. With no one at the den Dom decided to do his best to stay awake and watch the pup. Just in case.