- whiskey woke, blinking the sleep from her soft blue eyes. the slender, muscular fae rose from her nest, shaking out her stiff legs and walking out into the crisp morning air. she found a rather pleasant place to sit and sat, awaiting the pack's rise. a few dogs were shuffling awake, but other than that, she sat alone. the catahoula cur's eyes lit up as a moth fluttered across the air in front of her, her jaw itching to clamp itself around it, like puppies do when they play. but no, whiskey wasn't like that, she was a no-nonsense, mature dog. no fun, no play, all work.
maverick, on the other hand, was the polar opposite. the large goberian trotted through the grass, enjoying the pleasurable feeling of morning dew against his hard, cracked paw pads. the brute was doing basically nothing when the light tone of female voices brushed against his ears, leading the lax dog to the little... "border" skirmish. he didn't hesitate to jump beside nekane, who he'd never seen but assumed was a fellow loner such as himself. "woah, buddy," he grinned, holding out a paw to hopefully bring wind to a stop. "this lovely fae was just trying to find a bite to eat, why don't you leave her as she is? you pack puppies don't want us to starve, do you?" the tall, lean dog braced himself for a fight against the other pack animal. maybe there would be one.
