Warehouse 13

The alpha watched the three rogues carefully, hoping his stare would pierce intimidation into them. They seemed reluctant to answer, except for the large speckled dog. He stood tall, towering over the rest of the group. His size didn't bother the shepherd, as he didn't flinch over size.

Instead, he nodded, flickering his gaze over to the small orange female. He didn't speak, only rest his attention on her momentarily. Although she didn't seem to fit in with the brute dogs, Lin knew better than to dismiss her skills. Like with any, each stray had their own set that they provided to the pack. Beta Cassius must had seen such things, as  he brought her this far instead of mulling her over.

He would then glance at the Belgian. The male strong exterior and shepherd features made him an obvious choice for the Quells. With him, it was only a test of how'd he fair within the ranks. Arrogance was not tolerated.

It seemed that no one else wanted to offer up the information his questions pulled at. A low growl emitted from his throat, escaping through his parted maw. It wasn't a growl of violence, only meant to persuade them. It was cut short by the sharp scent of a new rogue.

Followed by Beta Cassius came a newcomer; a snow pelted shepherd. Fear was far from her scent as she entered the warehouse with something Lin couldn't place. It wasn't intimidation.

Her introduction came before the others, who seemed too busy exploring the warehouse yet. This annoyed him; the alpha did not enjoy being ignored.

"My name is Indira, and I'm a rogue." Lin-Manuel held his tongue, but wished so badly to spit back a sarcastic remark. Oh, if you were anything but, you wouldn't be standing here. It didn't suit his position, so his only answered with professionalism.

"Indira, Lin-Manuel. While you seem like a valuable asset to us, you will still undergo tests to prove your abilities," he paused, a quick glance over to Cassius, before the shadowed male returned back to Indira.

"For now, welcome to the Quell pack."

Lin-Manuel regarded the orange baked female with a nod. A medic, something highly needed within the Quell. The Belgian who made his brief introduction reaffirmed Lin's thinking that he was a ruthless brute, made for the tight structured pack. His message extended to them both.

"While your hatred for the foul, two legged humans is appreciated... arrogance is not. Flaunting aggressively around humans will get you killed, make you look weak, unruly. Arrogance will get you killed.

The three of you are welcomed into Quell, though understand that you are inferior within your rankings.  Try to think otherwise will get you killed." 

Moral of his speech? Do stupid things and you shall get yourself killed. Although the Quell did not base itself on that of destruction they understood that life was destructive.

Lin-Manuel's chocolate eyes locked with the beta's for an ephemeral moment, a mutual understandment between the two of them. The dark brute calmly made his way towards Hades, who stood towering over the beta.

Cassius made short work of the male, sustained a few injuries. Despite their size different Hades' fighting strategies were choppy; he attempted to use only his strength. It would be his end. As Cass stood, blood stained, Lin-Manuel turned to the three.

The Belgian looked horrified, eyes wide with fear, muscles visibly taut through his exterior. The alpha smirked internally though his expression was stained indifferent. It was lesson, to both the dead brute and the others. The Quell were ruthless and arrogance is not tolerated. Dimitri made his leave quick, scurrying as quickly as his legs would allow out into the open, living among the rogues. The lie the Belgian told himself was that the outside world was not as sinister as they were.

"If you are weak you will leave. If not, stay, you are Quell now."

Indira

Gandhi

Indira wasn't one to underestimate others since she herself was constantly underestimated...or properly understood (depends on the skill), but she couldn't help but cringe slightly at the vivacious pomsky who had strayed far from her element. From the looks of it, the Quell pair shared her feelings. A brief glance over at Alpha Lin-Manuel and the Beta--who still hadn't shared his name, much to Indira's chagrin--affirmed the mutual attitudes. If there was one thing Indira knew about medicinal practice since she had picked it up was that stealing medicine from humans was a huge red flag. While items like ibuprofen and tylenol were likely to be forgotten, antibiotics and other, more expensive prescriptions were a little more noticeable.

That being said, Indira had rifled through hundreds of medicine cabinets and even gotten tasered once by an overzealous grandma with an attachment to her vita-gummies. Indira's former owners, being doctors, gave her unprecedented access to all forms of medicine and her passive knowledge became useful when she poisoned others to get away from their grip. 

"While your hatred for the foul, two legged humans is appreciated... arrogance is not. Flaunting aggressively around humans will get you killed, make you look weak, unruly. Arrogance will get you killed.
The three of you are welcomed into Quell, though understand that you are inferior within your rankings. Try to think otherwise will get you killed."

Indira raised an 'eyebrow' at the very obvious scolding Lin-Manuel directed toward Graffiti. A very human gesture, but one that was so fitting Indira could not ignore its use. Indira watched the two interact, sharing an invisible message through their eyes. Then the pair locked their gazes on the tall great dane. Indira tilted her head and flicked one ear, shifting her eyes from the  great dane to the Quell elites. Oh shit, Indira thought once she realized their violent intent. Indira took a soft step backward and made way for their fight. The Beta raised his hackles and bared his canines. The fight looked uneven from the onset, but Indira placed her bet solidly on the doberman, since he knew how to manipulate his smaller size into greater agility. 

She had guessed it, no she had known it, that the great dane would try his strength against the doberman. Frankly, that was the only advantage the canine had, and it became his greatest weakness when the clumsy figure could not keep up. Both sustained injuries, but only one died. Indira sat on her haunches and curled her tail over her paws, a lazy gaze watching the blood trickle out of Hades' corpse. Funny, she huffed softly, he had low blood sugar. The pungent smell of metallic blood was filtering through her nose, offering a chance to analyze the health of the dog through the hormones and pheromones.

Her eyes snapped over to a swiftly retreating figure, the other recruit. His tail tucked and on the run, he was obviously not prepared for becoming a Quell. Lin-Manuel spoke, "If you are weak you will leave. If not, stay, you are Quell now."  Indira nodded slowly and rolled her neck to get out the kinks. 

Everyone was quiet and no one was doing anything in particular. Indira took the time to analyze the beta's wounds, which mostly consisted of a flank tear with a few remnants of skin still hanging on. She raised her nose into the air to smell for some silver oxide. In a warehouse, she was unlikely to encounter many of the natural herbs she depended on, so she was going to make do with minerals. She made her way over to the office-like area where she found a few jars of silver oxide unused and dated a few years back. She cringed as she picked up a dusty glass, combined with a rusted screw top, in her mouth and carried it over to the other dogs. She turned tail and returned to the shelving area where she reached on her hind legs and looked for any other materials. A brown bottle of hydrogen peroxide was on the highest shelf, just out of reach. Indira jumped a few times, almost making it, before she moved backwards and made a run at it. She sprinted towards the wall and jumped to the side, pushing off the wall with what force she had, creating a loud bang when the sheet metal warped under the weight, and launched herself at the shelf. She managed to get the bottle in her jaws and land, though the dust made her drop it in a fit of coughing.

"This place," she said finally, having returned to her original spot with the bottle, "needs a good cleaning."

Indira made eye contact with the beta and made sure he understood her intention to dress his wounds. "I'm just gonna make sure you don't get infected since," she paused and pointed her nose towards Hades' body, taking a sharp sniff and recoiling her lips in disgust, "I can smell some nasty characters had made a home in his mouth."

Indira made eye contact one more time to assure he wasn't going to tear her to pieces and used her tail to bring the jar and bottle forward. She placed two paws on the bottle and pressed them together tightly while she used her mouth to twist the cap off. She spit the cap away and smelled the contents, determining that it was half decomposed--water and oxygen--and half ready hydrogen peroxide. She tilted her head to the side to grip the bottle and brought it over to his flank where she poured it on the wound to kill the anaerobic material. It fizzed and bubbled while the liquid made contact and Indira nodded her head, the sounds confirming her hypothesis that his wound had harmful bacteria in it. She checked his face again and made sure he was still okay before reaching over to the glass jar of silver oxide. 

The jar wouldn't open since the top was rusted shut, so she walked over to the corner and threw it against the ground, shattering the contents and leaving behind a small mound of silver oxide particles. She lifted one side of her lip as she realized she would need to transport the mineral over to the beta's wound, and she had no method to do so--except for her tongue. She glanced back over at the beta. "Sorry about this," she said before she brought her tongue down and coated it with silver oxide. She brought it over and pressed it to his flank, using the powder to draw out all the foreign objects and stimulate scabbing and skin regrowth. Once she was sure the wound was covered she spit the rest of the powder out and ran her tongue over the fur on her left leg, leaving a streak of silver and red. "Dog saliva has healing properties, but the silver oxide will boost that. If we had honey in a bottle, I'd use that...or basically anything else other than me licking your hip, but I've been in more compromising situations."