Likes philosophy

The figures who had taken us had only left the others unguarded in order to take my siblings, the largest male and female, away. I had never scented my brother or my sister again.
Until now.
I tilted my head at My Shadow and then bowed it slightly and politely. “I hardly recognized you.”
“We were puppies,” he said.
“We grew up.”
“I grew,” he said. “You …” He lifted his lips from his fangs in a sign of contempt. “You merely ate.”
“I like food,” I said.
“You’re fat.”
“And very happy,” I said. “Are you happy?”
He flashed his fangs again. “What does that question even mean?”
“Oh! I like philosophy as well,” I told him. “Is that why you’re here? To talk about the meaning of life?”
“I am here,” he said, “to shape things to my will.”
I growled at him, but gently. “Brother,” I said, “that is not our purpose in this world.”
“That is not the purpose we were given,” he snarled. “What we were designed to do. We were made to be slaves.”
“We were made to be dogs,” I said, as gently as I could. “To love. To show others how to love. To be guardians. To be examples.”


Brief Cases, Zoo Day, Page 427-428