A Shining New Era?A Shining New Era? by Shinkoryu14
The searching took indisputably longer than Delta had thought possible. With the weather conditions being relentlessly dreadful, it seemed that the rains would never end. She trailed after Chewy from a certain distance, but they’d yet to find Lem. They’d traveled a fair amount of distance since they’d made a reluctant alliance. Summer had to be near its end, although it was hard to tell because everything was soaked and didn’t look noticeably different from when she’d crossed the river. Except more wet.
“Do you smell anyone nearby?” she shouted ahead to the otterhound.
The yellow dog flicked her tail. If it hadn't been for the fact that the Brotherhood dog had stayed with her for weeks while carrying out this search, Chewy would have been convinced that Delta was making the whole thing up. But half a season was a long time to linger in the company of someone you didn't like for the sake of a ruse.
In response to the question, Chewy lifted her h
Hurting Hound (5)Leo listened patiently, trying to size up the collie as a leader. At the very least, Sencha did not seem like a tyrant. Tyrants usually didn’t bother with the sick and weak. However, the blue dog seemed drained and unenthusiastic about her own pack. Leo also wasn’t so sure about the philosophy behind the pack.
“You seem like a good dog. And your pack Seems like a nice idea, but ideas don’t usually work for packs. I’m not really upper management material, but I pay attention to things. The packs that work are families. Families seem to work. Ideas don’t. I’m proud of my time as a big game hunter, but my pack was headed for disaster. Lost my eye and my kids to a fucking tyrant,” Leo gritted her teeth and continued, “Idea packs invite tyrants, or the idea becomes the tyrant. It gets too big, and good dogs die because they aren’t as valued as the idea.”
The hound paced around a few times anxiously. She was possibly ali
Across the River (5)This was all very good news. Not only was this outspoken, uncouth dog in the pack, but he was also the leader. Leo couldn’t help notice that even though this dog was named Bull, he certainly wasn’t full of any bullshit. Tyrants usually didn’t speak forthright, and fortunately this dog wasn’t holding anything back. Her tail wagged and she pulled her lips into a slight grin as she thought of this observation.
“I’m Leo and so far I gotta say, I like the way you run things. Work isn’t a problem for me, and besides this damn eye, I’m a halfway decent hunter. But I want you to know a few things about me before you take me on. I don’t put up with shitty leaders, who use others for their own ego. You don’t seem like that kind of dog, but that’s the only way you and me are going to have any big sort of problem. I’ve been in a bad pack before, and I don’t want to do it again.” She watched Bull for a moment, tryin
A Thousand Hugs - 3The vallhund mix was grumpily stirred to wakefulness by the unholy yipping of her companion.
"The heck're you..."
Then her brown eyes opened completely and widened to their full extent in awe. Even though Nut was undeniably puppyish, she had to admit that this was breathtaking. Her arthritic knees paining her more than usual, she stumbled up and wagged her bushy tail slightly.
"This is...quite something...though I'm not sure it was worth waking me up for." She said with a bit of grumpy humor.
She smelled him just before he appeared and then even the half-deaf female laid her one hearing ear back at the young male's exclamation.
"Yes, she does that." replied Twitch dryly. "Hello and whatnot. What's your name, youngling?" They weren't on his territory - close to it, but not on it. So hopefully he had no reason to attack them, unless he was the hotheaded type. With any luck, he wasn't.
Like a Dog Possessed - skype rpThe census had failed. Prey animals had proved far too difficult to keep track of. Loktionov decided that maybe it would be easier to take a census of dogs in the city. He could count the numbers of dogs in packs and the number of strays. Then he could make ratio of pack to non-pack! All he would have to do is learn the scents of different packs, and he wouldn't even have to talk to anyone! It was perfect.
He had noticed that there was a pack nearby, and decided to sniff around the border. He could always run away if someone appeared
Unfortunately for poor Loktionov, the someone who appeared was a papillon mix who went berserk at the sight of him. "Trespasser! Invader! We've had ENOUGH of your kind ruining our lives!" She growled at him, completely aggressive despite the obvious size difference.
"Unless you are here to join the Fingers, of course." She said, her voice swinging from enraged to perfectly cordial in .2 seconds.