Snouckouf
The brute was glugging water from the nearest stream, when he heard pawsteps and jerked his head up. "Oh, hi....Alaska." He grinned, adding: "I thought you were a loner, or something like that." Shnuck explained, water dribbling from his muzzle. "Amahlae's up to...she tried her luck with an early morning rabbit, but it didn't go her way so she's sulking under a tree." Shnuckouf barked, pointing with his handsome muzzle towards a figure lying under a large tree with her head on her paws.
Amahlae
"Don't point at me!" Amahlae yelped, springing up and racing over to tackle Shnuckouf. Once almost upon him, she noticed Alaska and skidded to a hault. As the lead fighter, he was everything she aspired to be. "Morning, Alaska." She barked formally, dipping her head before adding: "Sleep well?" and allowing a friendly grin to spread across her muzzle.



















