”Love, like luck is for losers; and do I look like a loser to you?”
Punk turned his head gazing at the slightly larger grey dog. His tail hung low, not between his legs low, but at a neutral stance, trying to decipher whether or not this new comer to his territory. Well it wasn't his territory, he was just living there now, so technically by that standered the big grey dog, and the stocky Red dog were encroaching on his territory. One ear flicked towards the Fae, he wasn't worried about her, he could most likely; hopefully outrun her. It was the bigger more powerful looking brute that concerned him greatly. "Rock and a hard place," he mumbled just loud enough to be heard, no malice in his tone.
I came here to chew gum and kick butt; and I'm all out of Gum.
Her ears twitched forward from where she was now laying; she tilted her head eying the two males silently, her tongue lowed from her maw slightly as she panted in the cool air to cool her thickly pelted body. She gazed upon the Coyote looking dog; and the larger short haired dog with idol curiosity. She wasn't sure if they were friend or foes, or if they were going to start fighting in a second. Her ears twitched as the Coyote dog spoke, she wondered briefly if she were the proverbial rock or hard place before rising to her feet still watching them bot silently.