Teeth

"He doesn't have a name" The guy shrugs, "He's pretty much just a newborn. Only a few weeks old looks like it. Hell we might even cook the little dude for dinner tonight" He chuckles a little bit before continuing. "Unless you wanna buy him. Let's go for about a million, a discount for you since you seem like a chill dude."

Rhys tried to control his anger with this guy. How can they just do this to a baby? Rhys was simply done. He punched the guy and grab the crate quickly. The dude nose was definitely broken, it made a loud cracking noise. Other people started looking at Rhys as he walked out with the crate in his hand. "Get him!" The broken nose man simply said.

Immediately, Rhys ran fast as he could before they can do something to him. While he was running he thought for a moment what should be his name.

Milo, It fits the pup perfectly.