There beyond is a dog. Shavin, it stands a naked grotesque, deserving to be set ablaze. The creatures yelps a vagony fuel the angry crowd. They beat it, wound it, scarred as it scampers away in frenzy desperation. Anything to escape the white hot brutality brought down upon its head. Helping it returns to seek solace in the only home it knows, the cold and empty arms of an unloving mistress. The cruelty she provides is a bitter reminder of the day its ears burned. And so it lays its scarred head upon cold floorboards. Eyes closing as it drifts off into another fitful sleep. There's alert for even the slightest noise. A tiny creek somewhere in the house, causes its head to jerk. Eyes wide open, hyper-vigilant in anticipation of the next attack.