((I'm very sorry for the late reply. School is really taking priority right now, and I fear that my activity level is going to be pitiful. I will most certainly try to do my best, but my replies might be very limited each week.))
The she-dog flinched, guilt ridden on her muzzle. A heavy coat coat of shame settled over her matted coat. Of course he didn't know, how could have he? After all, it wasn't like the Akita knew everything. Silver's bleary green eyes blinked hard, her voice tired. "No... Parcel has been gone a long time." Her bristling hackles settled into the floor, following the suit, spiked russet fur. A heavy breath huffed through her nose, while eyes remained on her paws. She stared at them bluntly, shoulders sagging towards the floor. A shrieking sliver of wind shuddered the warehouse, raking the dogs with crisp little gusts of cold. Silver sniffed feebly at the cool, earthy scent; finding that not even it, could life her spirits today.
She had raised him. Parcel had saved him as much as her; this was Parcel's doing right before her. That Akita was her last paw-print here; at least, the last clean one. One that hadn't been soiled by staining crimson, or disfigured by lies, cheats, and death. It was selfish, but Silver didn't count Parcel's demise as something worth her being entitled to; it had been a mistake. But, this dog was no mistake. He was lean, quick, clever... even had her old mentor's lashing tongue. That bow had struck her though; he didn't dismiss the price of his victories. That courage, to acknowledge such a sin, a waste, had no place in herself. It mattered not how hard she tried to find it. Looking at Issac even hurt. She wouldn't have been surprised if he had sprouted black fur and become that sharp old she-dog. Silver forced herself to meet his prying gaze, regarding the intensity of it warily. It didn't seem right that he's have to die here... All of her work, all that Parcel had surrendered... just wasted.