Chapter 1: Cold land, cold heart

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The ship made it to a dock that was covered in ice and snow. A group of wereanimals come up to the large ship and help unload the wereanimals and bring them inside the warm base. Tooth and a wereshark carry Teeth’s cage into the base and take it to a room where Constantine was already. “I see that the plan has gone well” said the russian frog with a smile on his face. “Yes,” replied the hyena with his laugh. “A creature stronger and more ready to kill, this will make millions!” said Constanstine with a laugh. “Boss, I have a question,” replied Tooth. “What is it?” hissed the frog. “Are you sure that this will work since you know that he has a big heart?” asked the spotted hyena with a glare. “Yes! I remember hearing a story from that crazy guy with the bombs! How he stuffed him into a freeze for two hours because he accidentally gave his saxophonist a broken nose when one of his bombs went off around him. He surely has a short temper because he told a woman during the dance sketch to break her spine when she told him that he was a lousy dancer. It will work! I will make it work!” snarled the frog as he showed his metal teeth to the two wereanimals. “Of course you will, boss!” replied Tooth with a smile. “I will have Dr. Nicole in here to check on that Cheshire smilodon” replied the Russian frog before he walked out of the room, leaving the two wereanimals with the sleeping feline. “We better get out here, that Nicole is a real bitch to us!” suggested the wereshark. “I agree,” replied Tooth before the two walked out of the room. A few minutes later, Dr. Nicole came into the room. She had a sneer look on her face as she looked down at the doc. “Wereanimals. Why do I have to work with these monsters!” she thought to herself. Nicole bent down to the sleeping feline and looked at him. She took a small sample of his blood from his paw and put it in a small glass tube. The purple-haired female placed the tube in her lab coat’s pocket and headed out of the room but she stopped. “You know, your father will be disappointed in you right now. Seeing his own son being weak. Needing his friends to save him, can’t save himself. Your father can survive having arrows in his back and yet, his own son can’t even save himself! What a shame to your bloodline” said Dr. Nicole before she left the room. The feline woke up and let out a loud yawn. He stretched his body and realized that he was in a different room. At least it was warmer than the room on the boat. The room had some chairs and paintings of creatures being hit with arrows or bullets from guns. The feeling suddenly felt like something was watching him. A small camera was in a corner of the room, recording everything that Teeth does. Meanwhile with the band, they pulled the boat to an area where it is away from the guards. “How are we going to get in?” asked Floyd as he looked at the building that looked like a castle made from coal. Guards were all around the place. “I say we should wait for Monty to come.” replied Lips. “Monty? How can he know where his cousin is?” asked the wolf. “Just wait. You know how he is when his cousin is in danger or hurt.” replied the lion with a smirk on his face. “He is right. Monty is probably the best way to get in, a leopard orca is strong and can probably take all of the guard out.” spoked Zoot as he remembered the time someone just gave the doc a black eye when Monty was with the band in Las Vegas. Monty was ready to murder the guy but only got some beating into the guy. He would do more but Teeth called him by his full name which made him stop. “But how long do we have to wait?” asked Janice. “Not long” said Lips as he spotted the white and brown spotted fin from far away. Thye group looked over to where the blonde male was looking and saw the fin too. “He is probably going to go through the ice and then attack” suggests Floyd. “Most likely” replied the lion. Back with Constanstine and Tooth. The two were talking about some ideas for their Cheshire smilodon. “Maybe breed some?” asked Tooth as he walked next to the small frog. “Maybe but we would need a feline who can give a litter of cheshire” replied Constanstine as they walked through the hallway. “True” replied the hyena. “Fighting is what we do, maybe we should hold a contest to see whose wereanimal can last the longest!” laughed Tooth with a hyena-like laugh. “That is not a bad idea” replied the russian frog with a smile slowly growing on his face.

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