A warning poster put up outside of lupine barracks and in towns or cities occupied by CSS units with lupines.
Also the first design of the head that became the base for the last two thumbnail and a couple more.

Next to 'Good Boy/Girl division' edit the second most common edit is the addition of a 'challenge accepted' across the bottom.

It’s been said in most cases you can get a good reading for most troops’ views of each other based upon the vandalism they put on each other’s signage.
Positive, negative, insulting or supportive, these small to large, amateurish or professional edits are an inescapable blot in CSS facilities, towns or cities.
Regardless how much military or civil authorise attempt to remove or replace altered signs; it is well know that in no time at all the new sign will be altered again by the end of the day.

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The corridor was uncomfortably quiet, next to vacant. It was late, the two men in the middle of the corridor stopped as they heard the clicking of boots. An M.P. moved along at the end of the corridor, just crossing by swift in their movements. The two waited for a little bit just till the clicking of boots finally faded away.
“Come on, come on” the rat whispered to the human as he gestured for him to stand by the wall, he just rolled his eyes at first but yet he still made his way over to the wall.
“How did I let you wrap me into this?” the man questioned as he positioned himself to help the rat up. Actually Derrick knew why he was helping Jim because he knew fine and well the rat would never shut up if he didn’t let him do this.
“Cause you know as well as I do we need some pay back for these fucks keep stealing our croissants” Jim hissed with a clear feeling of vitriol. ‘We?’ ‘Our?’ Derrick just shook his head, this wasn’t his crusade he never even wanted the things added to the breakfast menu, they were crap anyway, bricks when cold, mush when warm. Derrick didn’t have the chance to protest Jim was already up and on his shoulders by the time he finished thinking... He’d better be quick about this; the lupines finished training at 2200, Derrick checked his watch, 2130; half an hour plenty of time, plenty.

Maybe Derrick was wrong or was it just the feeling of having a rat standing on his shoulders that left him to feel as if the time was ticking by so quickly. Derrick didn’t get a chance to take a second glance at his watch as Jim lifted one leg with artistic contemplation.
“For the love of the Maker, what is taking you?” Derrick question as he rebalanced himself.
“Shut up fool” Jim fired back looking down to Derricks “this is an artistic process”, the rat finally went back to the poster. While tapping his multi-pen against his noses, his tail absently flicked about; whacking Derrick in the face. Derrick was finally reaching a point that maybe putting up with Jim’s moaning would be preferable to all of this, least that was what his shoulders were screaming.

A sound of stomping boots seemed to signal in the distance. No – no, that was impossible they had half – an – hour that couldn’t have run out that fast. Jim started humming to himself, quite loudly at that. “Come on Jim, I don’t want to get caught” Derrick called though the rat only momentarily paused his hums “shush you, I’m in the process of creation”.
Derrick’s eye just twitched with annoyances “keep us here long enough and will both be going through the process of death”.
Jim jabbed his boot into a bit of Derrick’s neck, “don’t be so hyperbolic, I’ll be done in no time”.

Jim came back to his canvas he took off most of the old details, now he was just left with an empty face to make his own. Horns he had put those on and goofy looking fangs, yeah that was it. Now for the big stupid looking eyes with big grumpy eyebrows to, Jim finally added a croissant hanging from the mouth. It wasn’t the greatest caricature of all times but for drawing on some bodies shoulders this was pretty good. One more thing ticked into Jim’s mind as he scribbled across the top of poster ‘thieving bastards!’ Perfect *chef’s kiss*

“Right am dropping down” Jim called, no responses was given. Jim was about to try again but before he could try to move he felt the presences beneath him disappear but he didn’t fall, rather he was just suspended in the air... Oh fuck.

Jim felt himself pulled away from the wall as he was twisted around. A large ash coloured lupine was holding him off the ground, a pleasant little smile on his face despite how damp he looked, Sergeant Olson. They must have gotten off exercise early.

“Hello meat” Olson said his smile never breaking “what are you doing in our barracks?”
Jim was sweating bullets and his tail hung limp. He looked about himself; wolves to his left, wolves to his right. Jim was right in the middle of the pack and seemingly Derrick had gone off without him.
Olson pulled back, cocking his head to the side. “Did you do that?” the wolf questioned pointing at the poster.

Jim’s eyes went wide with fear, but he kept his cool though the nervous flick in his ear would not stop, “that oh no no no, I found it like that, I was trying to see what happened”. Olson just continued to look at him with damning glance; it seemed the rat’s chances were not high. He dived for the deep end “because you know vandalism is the first sign of decay in an institution, unacceptable behaviour, unacceptable, especially when it is so seemingly targeted”.
Jim gave a certain grin of faked positive intent. Olson dropped him to the ground, though seemingly pinned in and amongst the other lupines Jim was left to just stand in place.
Olson walked over to the poster and nodded his head “yes I’d have to say I quite despise vandals”, Jim felt his spirit rise, he was going to get out of this, “such spineless cowards” Olson continued as he turned around to face Jim a certain amount of hostile intend on his face as he looked at the rat, his were hands out with his claws barred. “I’d say for such people we should rip out their spines, make them as spineless as they are”.
Olson seemed to mime the gesture, putting in as much force and effort into that as if he was tearing the spine out of the air, there was a positive rambling from the surrounding wolves. Jim could feel himself shrink. A yellow wolf seemed to crouch down by him, “you’d want that wouldn’t you?” she goaded placing an arm on the rat’s shoulders in a chummy fashion.
“Of courses he would” a wolf called from behind following that gesture by placing both hand on Jim shoulder, “I’d bet he’d help us find the crook that did that, won’t you meat?”

“Y-y-yeah” Jim responded with almost absolute terror but no one seemed to respond to it.
“We can go talk with the security office, I think we’ve a cam in this corridor” a voice called out, Jim seemingly shot to life.
“I’ll go check!” he shouted, he couldn’t let them see that camera footage; they’d see him clear as day on that.
“Would you, that’s quite kind of you, I’d be more than happy to send one of m~” Olson didn’t even have the chance to finish. Maybe under the power of fear Jim broke from the group calling in a nervous voice “Oh no – no, you don’t have to do that I’ve got it you guys rest, back from training and all that I’ve got it”. It was a clear as day to anyone the rat was coming across as suspicious as hell but again nothing was said, Olson only gave one final call, “just make sure you come back with that footage meat, will be waiting”. Jim didn’t respond as he just disappeared at the turn off.

Whatever he was about to do in that security room to convince the boys there to alter that footage or delete it whole heartily would likely be something exceedingly hilarious. Too bad it would be all for naught, it was clear as days Jim was the one who altered the poster, his nervousness and whole hearted attempt to condemn the act only help to shine his guilt, but most clear was the multi – pen he forgot to put away. Laugh’s and snickers sounded through the pack.

Derrick finally came back around the end of the corridor. “So you scared him thoroughly?” Derrick questioned as he looked up to Olson.
“Oh aye” Olson replied with a grin “he shouldn’t be complaining about all that bloody croissants business anymore, he shouldn’t be complaining about anything for the next few weeks... he’ll be too busy playing golden boy trying to find that vandal”.
“Yes so you can tear out his spine” Derrick said with playful aggressive tone “don’t you think that was a bit much?”

Olson just held his hands up innocently “hey you said play the ‘big bad wolf’ seemed completely in character”.
Derrick just nodded his head “nah nah, you guys did great, he’s been driving us up the wall, it’ll be good to see him shut up”.

With that Derrick went to split ways but Olson had one more thing to ask.
“Hey, you don’t happen to know who fucked up that other poster do you?” the wolf asked with a polite tone of intrigue, a soft wag started in his tail.

Derrick just smiled; he knew which poster he was talking about. “Ah sorry Sergeant, you know those vandals, so hard to figure those things out... See you at the combined units training”
“Good night Derrick” Olson called, the human receiving the comment with a thumbs up.

With that the troops parted ways, Derrick making his way back to his barrack, the lupines did the same. The training of the day was quite tiring only made worse by the bad weather. Olson was quite sure of his and his troop’s ability, but refresher training on intermitted days was seemingly a must; even in the none - stop rain and and unending mud of Aqua. No more words were shared as the troops walked into the shared barrack, each of them tapping a sign above the door as they started to discard damp gear and collapses on their bunks.

Olson the last one in hit the light, though he was quick to turn and have a small look at the altered poster. A pleasant little edit with a happy little face and the warning scribbled off and a new bit of text scribbled across the top.
‘Good Boy Division’
It was only a little thing but the lupines found it quite the morale booster; it was good to know and be remainded that their little teammates appreciated them.