(Lex can interact with mean boy Arson, if she'd like! he's currently trailing around the road across from the woods)
Summerset
Summerset smiled back at him brightly, her eyes twinkling. She stepped into pace with him as they neared the junkyard fence. ''How romantic!'' The cream and white borzoi stepped after her mate, nudging herself gently through the boards. The wood grated across her back as she stepped through, and she emerged onto the other side. She gazed at the bright sky, birdsong filling her ears. ''A perfect home, with a perfect mate.'' She murmured, testing her foreleg. Pain shot through it, but it gradually faltered, and she found herself putting more and more weight on it. Since it had been tended to, the infection that was blooming, and the skin, had begun to heal over and dissipate. She trotted over to Reeves, her tail thrashing slowly.
Arson
Arson was trailing along the busy highway that skirted the woodland beyond. He lifted his muzzle, scenting, his rich red fur rustling around in the gentle breeze. A perfect day to wreak havoc! He stopped at the edge of the bustling road, his lips drawn back into a growl as bright colored cars shot past. Reds, blues, whites, greens, so many colors!...
Summerset
Summerset smiled back at him brightly, her eyes twinkling. She stepped into pace with him as they neared the junkyard fence. ''How romantic!'' The cream and white borzoi stepped after her mate, nudging herself gently through the boards. The wood grated across her back as she stepped through, and she emerged onto the other side. She gazed at the bright sky, birdsong filling her ears. ''A perfect home, with a perfect mate.'' She murmured, testing her foreleg. Pain shot through it, but it gradually faltered, and she found herself putting more and more weight on it. Since it had been tended to, the infection that was blooming, and the skin, had begun to heal over and dissipate. She trotted over to Reeves, her tail thrashing slowly.
Arson
Arson was trailing along the busy highway that skirted the woodland beyond. He lifted his muzzle, scenting, his rich red fur rustling around in the gentle breeze. A perfect day to wreak havoc! He stopped at the edge of the bustling road, his lips drawn back into a growl as bright colored cars shot past. Reds, blues, whites, greens, so many colors!...