Heath had not known any dogs since joining the pack, though hybrids were nothing new to him. Ruri was pure collie, at least she looked like it. She was beautiful in the uniqueness she bore with folded ears and merle patterns. He shook her out of his mind, he was undeserving of even pleasant thoughts of the woman. "Oh." the buzzed male responded, not really seeing any of the husky that Silas described. "Yote, wolf. I think thats all I got." Heath shrugged.
Out in the cool clean air Heath smiled. The bottle he held was half full, and the second hung in his dark furred hand with a comforting weight. They would be more then drunk before running out. "I don't know." he confessed, looked around and picking a random direction and walking. He headed towards another building, rundown as they all were. What did it matter? The city was empty as it always was and for the moment it was theirs. "Dogs aren't bad." he exclaimed as he looked back at the male. "Our leader is one, and only has one arm."