Attack Pack

It was a hot enough to melt coal and on this particular day in June trouble was brewing. The troublemaker stood sentinel on top of a hill in her backyard. There she was able to see the entire neighborhood, people immersed in the cliché happenings trademarked to summertime. She sniffed the air and took in the smell of freshly cut grass and backyard barbeques.
From afar a passerby would of classified her as a wolf, but that would have been a misnomer. Upon closer inspection the observer would have noticed a purple collar around her neck. Robi was a German Shepherd/Rottweiler hybrid and was more of an icon of her shepherd stock. Her visage was pointed; her jaw strong, and her left ear flopped down like a Rottweiler’s ear.
She lived in a large house with that was home to a large family. The backdoor opened and her human, Ralph walked out into the backyard. Robi believed this boy to be strange. He often made funny noses and sang when he came in the back yard to give her and her pack water. Today he was singing his own rendition of “Billie Jean”. Robi couldn’t help but wag her tail whenever she saw him. She walked down the hill and greeted her human.
“Sananarobi wooo wooo” sang Ralph as he patted Robi on the back.
The other dogs trotted up to Ralph. When Robi noticed them coming she cast them a beastly glare and they stopped in their tracks. Kizzie, a young Rottweiler pretended like she didn’t notice Robi’s glare and nuzzled up to Ralph. Robi let out a low growl and Kizzie put her head down and backed away. Ralph filled all of the bowls with water and went back into the house.
Robi drank first, after drinking her fill she walked back up to her spot on the hill and continued to look over her territory. Melek, an auburn and white terrier mix walked up the hill and stood next to Robi.
“We have a confirmed hostile on the next street over. Just moved in a few days ago,” reported Melek in his low raspy voice.
Robi lifted her lips revealing her long canines and displeasure at Melek’s words. She stood up, and let out a playful bark calling the other dogs to where she stood.
Noki a medium sized black dog and Kizzie a pure bred Rottweiler ran up the hill to Robi.
“Gang, looks like we got some work to do tonight. Our intelligence has revealed to us that a hostile has moved into our neighborhood” spoke Robi her words had the packs full attention.
“Yes a Level two Hostile meaning we have a morpher” added Melek. Noki and Kizzie bared their canines in protest.
“Sneaking out?” asked Astro the family cat as he slinked up to the dogs.
“Yeah you got a problem?” answered Noki in a tone that would of warranted a slap from Astro if he was big and brave enough to challenge the dog.
“No, but I’d like to join you on this little excursion” chimed the cat.
“Don’t be foolish Astro, we can’t watch you. Why don’t you just go back into the air conditioned home and curl up under the human’s feet and sleep?” said Robi.
“Oh come on I can handle myself in a fight” said Astro.
Robi dismissed the cat and he moped back down the hill and sat under the picnic table in the backyard.
“Do we have any idea what the hostile can morph into?” asked Robi looking at Melek.
“Being a Level 2 Hostile I can only guess a Leopard or Mountain Lion” spoke Melek.
“We’re going to need Moe and Kujo for this I want to go into this fight with everyone we got” said Robi.
Robi walked down the hill towards the fence and the others followed her.
“Melek you and Kizzie go and scout out this Hostile. Do not engage until I arrive with back up. Noki you’re with me”
Robi opened the gate with her muzzle and the dogs walked out into the neighborhood. Melek and Kizzie sprinted off in the direction of the Hostile and Robi and Noki took off in the opposite direction.
Robi scared just about every human that saw her. She was big, strong, and her fur was mostly black. Robi preferred the fear of strangers it kept them away from her no one would dare walk up to her. A young boy saw the dogs walking down the street and ran into his house. Robi couldn’t help but smile.
The pair continued down the street and stopped dead in their tracks when three Pit bulls stood blocking their march, an obvious “rain on their parade”.
Robi recognized them at once. They were the Skull Pack; they specialized in attacking children and other dogs. Robi could take on at least two of them. It was Noki she was worried about. The dogs were about the same height as Noki but they were stronger and had bigger jaws. If one were to get its mouth around Noki’s neck it would be over for her.
“Back the F**K up!” shot an enraged Noki.
Robi gritted her teeth. At times she hated Noki. Noki was a street dog and was known for her short temper and eagerness to fight. As a puppy she tried to dominate Kujo a fully-grown Great Dane, but Robi and Kujo together put her in her place.
“Is there a problem?” asked Robi as she moved a little in front of Noki to keep her from charging the Pit bulls.
“Yeah you just walked into our territory and that’s going to cost you” growled the black Pit bull. Robi recognized his voice. It was Noah the leader of the Skull Pack.
“We don’t want to fight, but we will if needed. I need to get to the house just around the corner. If you let us pass we will find another way back to our territory” said Robi.
“How about you give us that feisty little bitch and we’ll let you pass,” answered Noah with a sick grin.
“How about we knock the s**t out of you jackasses and take your territory for our own” sneered Noki.
The Skull pack started to move towards Robi and Noki. The two dogs lowered their heads and started growling. Noki just pushed all of them into a fight.
Out of the corner of Robi’s eye she saw it and knew it was over before the others could register what happened. A small white and gray blur sped up to Noah. The dog let out a whine and fell over, and his blood now marinated the street.
It was Astro. The cat was “crack-head” fast and managed to run up to Noah and slice his jugular with his claws. His companions stood there like deer in headlights staring at their fallen leader. Astro came back again; this time moving his fastest he attacked the neck of a second pit bull killing it instantly.
Robi rushed the remaining pit bull and it ran like a pup that just heard thunder for the first time.
Around the corner Melek and Kizzie approached the home where the Hostile was known to be hiding out. Melek led Kizzie onto the other side of the street. There they observed the hostile. He was barely five feet tall and he wore red swimming trunks and a black tank. He wore thick glasses and his scalp could be seen through his thinning black hair. The dogs watched the Hostile water his yard. A passerby would not have thought the hostile to be nothing more than just an average human but if they were to stick around for a few minutes they would of noticed that the man stood in the same spot watering the same patch of grass.
“What should we do?” asked Kizzie not taking her eyes off the Hostile.
“Robi just said to watch him,” answered Melek as he sat down.
As Kizzie mirrored Melek a large moving truck turned onto the street. The dogs were unable to see the Hostile as the truck drove slowly down the street.
“I don’t like this,” confessed Kizzie sounding about as nervous as a dog watching fireworks.
The moving truck stopped in front of the Hostile’s house. The men inside of the truck looked out of the windows in an attempt to identify the house number. The driver turned and looked towards Melek and Kizzie rolling down his window he pointed in the direction of the dogs. The two men got out of the truck and walked over to where they sat.
“Act natural,” suggested Melek who started wagging his tail as the men approached.
The driver was fat and badly tanned his companion was stocky and in the need of a good shave.
“Oh these are some cute dogs,” said the fat man as he walked past the dogs to the house they sat in front of.
Kizzie watched the men as they knocked on the door. No one answered, the men waited a few moments then headed back to their truck. They climbed back inside and drove off. When the truck pulled off the Hostile that was standing in the yard was no longer there.
“Where’d he go!?” blurted out Kizzie.
“I didn’t know dogs could talk.”
Melek and Kizzie jumped. When they turned around the Hostile was standing in front of them.
Down the street Robi, Noki, and Astro had arrived at the house where Kujo and Moe lived. Kujo was a tan and black Great Dane. He was well aged and older than Moe, a Great Pyrenees. Both dogs had been trained and used to bait bears.
“I got your message let’s go after this Hostile” said an excited Kujo with the energy of a pup.
“I didn’t know you let a cat into the pack,” said Moe looking the cat up and down.
“He just saved our lives,” said Noki in a grateful tone.
“He saved your life,” snapped Robi as she led the group towards the hostile.
“Where’s Melek and Kizzie?” asked Moe sounding impatient.
“They’re scouting out our next victim,” answered Robi.
There was a loud roar and it got the packs attention. Melek and Kizzie were running there hardest from a large silverback gorilla.
Robi darted towards the oncoming Gorilla. Kujo and Moe were right behind her. Trouble was finished brewing…