Their glossy brown coats and the chiseled outlines of their hind legs were the outcome of years of selective breeding and had won them prizes, but more important, they were great runners. They were purebreds. For the first time, Kelsang wasn’t the superior dog, even though he was from the grasslands and had killed wolves. The three German shepherds were locked up in a pen. After casting a glance at the intruder, they started barking in a way that only well-fed dogs can. Kelsang managed to take a look at them before being led into another pen. The first was a powerful male whose long fur nearly covered his eyes. He leapt at the wire mesh, barking furiously and revealing a row of somewhat damaged teeth in a mouth full of foaming spittle. No doubt he would try to shred Kelsang to pieces if he was let free. Kelsang was surprised to see how strong he was. He was even bigger than the biggest wolf he had ever seen. This was Zorro. The other smaller, rather immature male was Kaisa.
