"What's wrong?" I asked stupidly, already knowing the exact answer. This happened with many creatures, when they were recalling their stories of how the humans destroyed their lives. And, I had to listen to every single one of them for them to start healing.

"I-It's nothing." He said, gritting his sharp fangs. I knew what it felt like saying those exact words. Those were the words to hide the fact that behind your emotions you were actually screaming: 'Please! Help me!' But nobody comes, unless they really, truly, know you. I didn't really know, Echo, but I knew what it felt like saying those words. So, I felt like I knew him.

"I know it's more than nothing, and I know it has something to do with the humans, correct? Well, you don't have to share the story if you don't want to." I say to Echo, quietly.

"No, no. It's probably best if I do share, it's alright anyway, your not human." Echo said in a neutral tone, stepping off of me. Echo sat down, and his tail didn't thump on the ground, nor wag. Echo looked down at the grass, and he sighed.

"Whenever you are ready, I'm all ears." I said, preparing to listen and take in his story.

"Alright.. Here we go." Echo said with a huff. I could tell he wasn't prepared to retell his story at all.

"It was a stormy night, and I was on the streets of Manehattan. I was a street dog, survival was my main goal. For a street dog, I was pretty well fed. There were some nice ponies that would share food, but that's about it. There were no adoption centers for animals, or anything. My chance of getting a good home was grim.. But still, I had my freedoms at that time, which was good." Echo started, and formed a small, hopeful, doggish smile.