Tempus was hauled out of his cage in the pre-dawn. He knew what this meant; training, as the fighting ring was quiet in the early hours of the day. They led him to the edge of the arena and another dog, a wolfhound of some type, was dragged into the fighting pit. Tempus growled and stood ready, but much to his surprise, instead of being commanded to attack, he was walked towards the other dog, still on his leash.
The two animals growled and barked, but the handlers held them, applied sticks and issued commands. This continued for some time until both beasts grew quiet. Tempus was taken back to his kennel, and the other dog was kennelled beside him. What were they up to?
Over the next several days this process was repeated until they would enter the arena without snarling or growling. The
