The well muscled figure of Bandit came out of the shadows. He had been in hiding for awhile to help him stay clear of the filthy human breed that called themselves ‘Dog catchers’. Upon entering this ‘city’ he had been warned about them. The creature that had warned him was a mutt. A cross between certain breeds that just made him look disgusting. What was worse was he had been so polite. Bandit couldn’t take that...kindness…being carefree and treating everyone as an equal. He wanted to gag at the thought because he knew that he used to be the same way. However, that life was over now. It had been taken away from him and now all he sought was something to take back. Thus his name, The Bandit or more formally, Bandit.

Everything about this place was nasty. The humans AND the local canines. So far he hadn’t run into a single canine that hadn’t either been playing nice with people of groveling at their feet. In his vocabulary this place reeked and he sought to change it. The large German shepherd approached came closer into the place. It smelt of carrion and contained many human rubbish and scraps. An evil grin crossed his maw as he began to explore the large space. Piles of trash…mountains! It was the perfect place for a fighting brute like him to call home. He flipped onto his back and began scratching it on the mess of garbage and sniffing around to mark his new terra. Yes, this place was now his.

He climbed the highest pile of trash and looked over his new kingdom. It was pretty big for him to be ruling by himself. An idea then popped into his head. He could form a pack here and be their alpha. He approved his idea and nodded to himself. He would defend this terra with his life. Any useless canine that dare set dagger in this place would see to his wrath. He smirked, supposing that he couldn’t kill everyone who entered. How would he form a pack then? Alright, he’d test a few who looked worthy! “No house pets!” He hissed under his breath. There was no way that a filthy human lover was joining his pack.

“So it begins.” He barked. He then tipped his crown back and gave the best imitation of a wolf song he could. It was a heads up and warning. Aw, isn’t he generous? It was a call stating the Junkyard was his own and daring anyone to try him for it because the canines in his pack would be ruthless fighters. They would see that the peace of this city be continuously disturbed! All would fall beneath their daggers, because the Bandit would take it all away.