Before Tracker even has time to think, his front paws, now flexing like hands, were bound by a pair of handcuffs! His eyes went wide with shock, and just as he was about to say the name of the pup he thought he saw, a muzzle was shoved onto his muzzle, and quickly secured behind his head; 'Chase' didn't miss a beat, as 'he' then held up a leash, and snapped it onto Tracker's collar.
"Subject has been apprehended. Good work, you two." The voice Chase spoke in was cold and empty, like a cop dealing with any thug from the streets as she spoke of Tracker. As Misha and Rochelle emerged, the tone became more like the pup he knew, directed at the two maids. Being made to walk on her 'hind' legs, the three took their prize back to the manor...
