Andrei grinned to himself, impressed by the man's fortitude, even five or six sheets to the wind.

Sergei had left only puppies and half-grown puppies with access to the outside from their warm kennels, so Vladislaus had nothing to worry about, except being bratpacked, licked to death and probably knocked over.

"Watch," he whispered to the Captain. "This should be good."

He glanced up, as the locker room window slid open and a disembodied "Woooo!" sailed out.

The Ocelots were in form.