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Angor developed a habit of rescuing mistreated dogs. The “issue” started off as just the one dog. A Rottweiler that he saved from pit fights and wouldn’t leave him alone. “If you can’t beat them, join them” as the humans say.
Then, a lot of the other dogs that he (rightfully) stole from people mistreating them or putting them in dog fights, just stuck around. Not like he was just releasing them into the wild, but he also didn’t really seek out any new pets since before his bargain with Morgana.
Alas, since there were ten or so dogs that now followed him everywhere obviously had no intention of leaving, he had trained and assigned a multitude of ‘jobs’ to each of them. Some help him calm down during his bad days, others help him with hunting, and if he develops any types of chronic pain there’s probably going to be a dog or two he’ll have to go grab the things he needs.
Of course, Angor Rot can't have any of his pets running into the traps the local poachers place, so he does whatever he can to prevent that. As it turns out, poachers aren't particularly joyous when their traps are stolen, broken, and replaced in front of their doors. So naturally, the disgruntled humans sought to track down whoever was doing this.
And of course, Angor couldn't be discovered. Even if he were human like them, they seemed fully intent on shooting whoever was disturbing their illegal hunting. He had little doubt he wouldn't succeed in dispatching of the small group of poachers but their disappearance would attract more attention, invoking an even bigger mob. Then who would be left to care for the canines that he'd taken in?
The small mob had chased him down to the sewer system that he once took residence in. That hadn't seen him directly, but followed the prints he left behind. Angor had nowhere else he could go, now backed into a corner, as the shouting and taunts of the angry men grew louder. He groaned and drew his daggers. He cared not for these people's lives, but he really did not want it to come to this.
The noise stopped though, and was quickly replaced by barking and startled cursing. "What the hell!" and "holy shit!" being the most popular exclamations. There was a clear sound of running and then silence again. Then there was a recognizable blue glow, that he had seen countless times before. The young Trollhunter rounded the corner after one of three Dobermans in Angor's makeshift pack.
"Angor? Are these your dogs?" Jim asked, coming to a halt as three other dogs and his companions had immediately came in after, the three dogs swarming Angor's feet. He hadn't seen the boy or his friends in weeks, and yet it seemed that they remained casual in attitude to him.
"I suppose they are." Angor kneeled down to pet the dog that was accompanying Jim, as the girl, Claire, had approached. "They kept barking at us and ran off. Who were those people?" Angor shrugged. "Poachers. They did not appreciate the absence of their traps." There was silence, and the other boy (Toby, Angor had learned he was called) had piped up. "So you... do you want us to walk home with you?" Angor tilted his head, becoming confused. "Why?" Angor asked.
Jim looked equally confused by Angor's confusion.
"I don't know..." the young Trollhunter started, “that's just what people do for each other after stressful events." More silence. "Sooo... do you want that?" Claire asked, extending a hand in a gesture of good faith. Angor thought for a moment, and hesitantly nodded, standing up and exiting the pipe with the children and his dogs.
During the walk and after, a multitude of questions were asked, such as, "how did you get this many dogs?" and "what are their names?" (Claire asked the second). All questions were answered, and as the young Trollhunters were preparing to leave, Jim asked a final question. "Would you mind if we came over some time? We could bring things, like food and stuff. And vaccines." Jim paused. "For the dogs, I mean." Angor hummed in interest, which urged Jim to continue, "Plus, and I don't mean to assume, you could get some extra company out of it. Up to you though."
Angor Rot thought for a moment. Even though he took very good care of his dogs, he still knew that some modern medicines were better than what he could give. Angor then turned his gaze to Toby and Claire as they enthusiastically pet the dogs, and smiled. He remembered when the children of his village would visit and adore his mules, goats, and birds. He couldn't help the instinctual fondness.
Angor turned his head back to Jim and chuffed. "I'm agreeable to this. Thank you, Trollhunter."
When the children left with over dramatic goodbyes given to the dogs, Angor Rot went back into the confines of his new home, plopping himself down into his makeshift nest. And his pack of dogs immediately came over to lay beside him. He now had visits from the young Trollhunters to look forward to. That put a smile on Angor’s face as he fell asleep.