It's not the strongest who survive - it's the most united.
No time to lick wounds - we must bite the hand that struck us!
That which cannot die, will in time devour all.
Prey take us for a lapdog. Let us show them our teeth!
I'm sorry; did you wish to smell my backside?
Who's a good dog? We are.
A wolf with no pack? No wonder you howl!
Still some meat on those metal bones...
The tragedy of the kill is that it ends our chase.
Humans use more words, but say less.
The lone dog eats small game.
The best defense is to bite first.
The faster they run, the sweeter the meat.
The jaws of victory have many teeth!
One mind, spread among many vessels; this, is the way of the pack.
Let the world hear our howls and know that death awaits.
