Red Lettering is doing a Get to Know Your Character’s Challenge: Right-Hand Man for the villain.
I pick Koda from Country in Chaos. He’s a wolfdog.
The picture is rather old.
I picked “Write about a year before the start of your story.”
Koda stalked to the black pickup and waited for Steen to open the door. If only he had thumbs, he could have done it himself. Still, being a wolfdog had its advantages. Humans never got to rip out their enemies’ throats.
Seven of Koda’s pack watched him from the bed of the pickup. They wouldn’t dare complain that Koda got to ride in the air-conditioned cab while they were forced to sit in the back. After all, he was the alpha.
Steen leaned across the passenger seat of the pickup and opened the door.
Koda hopped in and sat on the seat and used a forepaw to pull the door closed.
Steen turned the pickup on. “Find any scents?”
Koda growled. “Coyotes, too many of them. If the escapees were here, they’d have killed off the competition.”
Steen swore. “This is like looking for a needle in a haystack.” He pulled onto a dirt road and drove toward one of the larger roads.
Koda stuck his head out the window and sniffed the air. Brown hills with little grass spread out for miles around him. The hybrid animals wouldn’t be hanging around this part of Colorado. It may have had a low population density, but there wasn’t enough game for the predators or grass for the herbivores.
Koda pulled his head back into the pickup. “I’m guessing they’re somewhere in the southern states with trees. There are more people, but they’ve got cover and game. They’d want to be somewhere warm enough their children wouldn’t freeze to death.” Koda panted to hide his lie. The escaped animals wouldn’t pick that region to hide. There were too many people.
“That would be a long ways to travel on foot,” Steen grumbled. “My bet’s on Canada.”
Koda stayed quiet. If they did eventually get all the escapees accounted for, what would be his job? Would the government force him into one of the foreign wars or simply put him down? Either way, he’d be best off if he remained useful. He’d help hunt down the small groups of escapees, but he couldn’t let Steen know most of them were hiding in Montana. Finishing the job would endanger him.
Steen pulled onto the main road and drove toward one of their bases. Koda stuck his head out the window. All he smelled was road kill. Maybe the escapees would eat it, but he didn’t have to scrounge for food. He’d eat like a king.