You grimace and look down at your back left paw. Much as you suspected it's been completely shredded by the wave-spread bullets. Cautiously you take a few padded steps forward. There's a slight limp, but you can deal with it. You override the pain receptors on your right quadrant, but remain concerned about the efficiency grid that continues to drop.
You take a brief second to shake the tension out of the biological aspects of your body then take a sniff around. One of your comrades lies on his side, you sniff him just to make sure, but you're pretty sure he'll live. And if not, they'll at least be able to patch and reboot him.
Next you turn your attention to a nearby tree, one of the bullets is lodged inside. Using your powerful jaw, you chew into the tree until you are able to lick the bullet out of the trunk. It falls to the ground and you immediately snap it back up, swallowing it. Hopefully the forensic nanobots in your stomach will be able to find something and send a report to your conscious mind about where to look next.
The rest of the Cybernines are gone, still trailing the suspect, but you're not quite sure which way they've gone. No news from the nanobots yet, at least not consciously. So even though it's a little more primal than what you're used to dealing with, you sniff the air and howl, something you've not done since they modified your genes. You feel a little bad about it, but hey you're still a dog underneath all the engineering. What do they expect?
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