What follows is an excerpt from a human vidcast on the canine uplifts known as Hunds and their combat units:

"I'm here today to talk to you about Warhund Raiders AKA The Hounds of War. I'm talking about one hundred kilos of fur, muscle and hate with a supercomputer in their heads and an Austrian accent. These guys are literal terminators. Man's best friend? More like your worst nightmare.

Warhund Raiders are the only special forces units that don't bother bringing medics because it slows them down. 100% casualties? Try 2,000% casualties. If you do manage to kill one of these hairy bipedal bastards all you've done is prolonged the inevitable, they'll be back. They don't care if they have to die twenty times just to kill you once.

That's because every Warhund Raider unit ships out with a macerating resurrection pod, AKA the Garbage Disposal. Biomass goes in, Warhund Raiders come out. These angry canine uplifts will literally build-a-bear reinforcements from whatever is available, including enemy combatants.

If you really manage to piss them off or they're just in a hurry these walking nightmares won't bother to un-alive you first before they stuff you head first into a shredder and turn you into spare parts. That's right, they will fucking draft you into their forces with a wood chipper.

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They're also the only special forces group that doesn't bother bringing radios or communications equipment… because they have it all built in.

That's right, every Warhund Raider in a unit is networked together and shares combat data in real-time via their wetware. That means if you do manage to ambush one of them every single remaining member of their unit knows where you are and what you did, and is coming to discuss it with you.

Warhund Raiders are also immortal. Not just hard to kill, they're literally immortal because Warhund Raiders can back themselves up wirelessly during combat. Warhund Raiders consider being nuked as a teachable moment, and they will do better next time. They don't fear death, they are death. To them war is a video game with zero personal consequences.

I have seen Warhund Raiders run out of ammunition and charge at a fortified enemy machine gun position with just a knife because it's quicker for them to die and be resurrected than to walk back and resupply. They don't retreat, they reincarnate.

In short ladies and gentlemen, if you see these friendly Teutonic werewolves coming your way, make peace with whatever god you worship because you'll be seeing it face to face very soon."