Submissiveness was worth the trouble if one’s submission were rewarded by something valuable: protection, say.

Prince had gone beyond the canine. No true dog could have uttered such tripe. Prince was not worthy of being one of them.

rhythmically busy.

Death was in every fibre of these creatures. It was hidden in their languages and at the root of their civilizations. You

It was best to let those in power do what they wished while finding some advantage in it for oneself.

arrhythmic

That yearning was, no doubt,

Dogs without masters are the only true dogs.

Human intelligence is not a gift. It’s an occasionally useful plague.