Dangerous World RP {Dog RP} *New and Accepting*

[aseling]

after she was done she padded over to the pond. She jumped in and started to swim

[Kwolf1998]

Chasta: I heard a splash. I decided to go investigate. I walked toward the pond that was near the park.

[aseling]

Storm swam around. She was have so much fun.

[Kwolf1998]

Chasta: I finally reached the pond. I saw another dog. I dropped to the ground quickly because this dog was not from my pack. 'They could be dangerous.' I thought to myself. I slowly crawled closer while keeping a close eye on the other dog.

[iceland.]

Nikki
Nikki walked in the errie night with her pack behind her. she looked down an ally and saw there was shelter and took her pack there

Abby
Abby walked along were her pack lied down for the night and gaurded it sniffing finding no dogs arounf them she lied down and fell asleep

[Kwolf1998]

(Chasta|Alpha|Brave Paw)
Chasta: I decided to turn around and leave. I didn't want to start anything with the other dog. I turned back around and walked back to the alley. 'Where is my pack?'

[skyguy]

;; Anybody open for Skyla, my three-year-old Belgian Tervuren, or Rodeo, my six-month-old Hungarian Wirehaired Viszla?

[uneventful]

((I'm open))
→ Ｗｒｅｎ ★
Shifting through the forest, not making a sound I hear a twig snap. Cautiously, I look around but see nothing. My curious natures got the better of me, and I decided to investigate. Going low to the ground, I smell a familiar scent. Rabbit. My tail makes a swift movement, and I chase the rabbit. Not in the mood to hunt, i just casually chase it. After loosing the rabbit, it went into its burrow, I decide to venture towards the mountains. I walk low to the ground, and ignore all the scents swirling past me.
"Well," I say to myself, "time to climb.."
I start carefully trekking up the mountain, carefully thinking of where i step.

[cup.]

Cookie turned to Skyla and yapped defiantly, "I'm just as capable as any dog when it comes to hunting prey!"

Arrowhead stretched as he stalked the forests at the edge of the mountains. He tilted his head slightly as he caught a glimpse of a Sheltie preparing for an ascent to the top of a mountain. It was Wren, a food scout from his pack. The Doberman strolled toward her silently until he had reached her. In a low tone, he inquired, "Where are you gong?"

[.:Forcing Laughter:.]

(I'm open, Coal, loner dog)