◤xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◥♕ ＩＺＬＡ◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢alpha ♕ golden retriever x german shepherd ♕ 5 years old ♕ scent: mint ♕ location: her den ♕ tags: apollo/aero (francis and adelaide mentioned)
feeling: calm/content ♕ INJURED - Deep gash on shoulder. Dark eyes skipping past the husky as raised voices could be heard from outside, Izla visibly reacted, eyes rolling with an "Eugh" as she immediately recognized who it was. If there was a moment when that poodle wasn't fighting with someone, it would be a miracle. And, it seemed, Apollo read her mind, as he made a remark about the dog. A light laugh bubbled up from her throat, sweet and melodic. Perhaps, it seemed, Francis was annoying other pack members, and, while he didn't appreciate her leadership or punishments, a well timed bite from an annoyed pack member might just put him in his place. Her dark ears pricked as her gaze returned to Apollo, the male speaking of spending time with her. Izla blinked, surprised by his words, but her expression softened, tail beginning to wag softly. As he scrutinized her wounds, she scoffed, turning her head. "Papa has enough to be worrying about right now. I shall seek his counsel later, if I need it." For once, she didn't catch herself, allowing herself to call the healer 'papa'. Well, everyone knew he was her father, right? Standing, she shook out her dark pelt, the tug from the clotting wound annoying but not painful. That nasty poodle's words hit her ears again from inside the camp, and she sighed, defeated. "Let's just get out of camp." She said, and, with a small smile to the male, stepped out of the den. Ignoring the Poodle, but shooting the Beauceron a small, sympathetic smile, she glanced around the camp, eyes searching for a familiar form. Aero seemed to be enjoying the day's sunshine, and so she called out to him, hoping he would join them on their trip to the river. "Aero?" She called, her voice not harsh as it had been earlier, but this time holding a happy, melodic tone. "Hopefully this trip won't be quite as dramatic as last time." She said to Apollo while she waited for Aero to respond. That blasted poodle's voice shot through her skull once again, and, rolling her eyes, as Aero got close enough to hear, she muttered, low enough for only the pair to hear, "Would anyone object if I fed him to the crows?"
◤xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◥ ⚕ ＡＥＯＮ◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢healer ⚕ golden retriever⚕ 8 years old ⚕ scent: cocoa ⚕ location: forest/camp/his den ⚕ tags: lily/romeo
feeling: calm, collected. As the pup approached with exactly what he had ordered, Aeon smiled down to her. "Thank you for the poultice, Miss Lily. This is going to help another injured dog, hopefully. You never know, you might just become a healer before you know it!" Smiling down to her, he waited for her reaction to his words. He had deliberately said the word 'poultice' again, noting that she had had a little trouble pronouncing it. And, using it in a sentence would prevent him from seeming patronizing. Frowning lightly - it had been some time since they had a fighter in, he wondered whether Apollo had called someone to come in. "One moment, Miss Lily, I must call our next patient." Dipping his head to her, smiling softly to himself as he turned away, he exited the den, ducking his head under the low-hanging roots that grazed the entrance. Perhaps, if he treated Lily like royalty as a pup, she might just grow to become a strong leader, of something or other. Looking around camp, Aeon's dark eyes landed on the white form of one of the hunters. He seemed to have a few scratches and scrapes, so Aeon called on him. "Romeo? Would you step in here, please?" He called, then, retreating back into the den, began to gather more bandages for the hunter, making sure to keep the poultice that Lily had brought at his feet so he could use it.
◤xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◥♟ＹＯＮＡＩ◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢fighter ♟ pitbull x ♟ 3 years old ♟ scent: petroleum ♟ location: camp ♟ tags: bosco/kyna/violet/jay
feeling: afraid/hopeful ♟ INJURED - Damaged flank/Scratches on legs
Blue eyes watching the pup, little Kyna pressed close to his body, Yonai barely heard Violet begin to speak again, but he snapped his attention to her as she did. Shaking his head as Violet told him to return, he spoke again. "Others need help more than I. Thank you, Violet." He said, and with a dip of his head, turned his attention to Kyna. "Kyna, can you go find Bosco's mum, Mulah, and tell her that Bosco will be waiting for her in her den?" Wagging his tail hopefully, he then lowered his head, and, as carefully as he could, picked up the pup, his strong jaws closing gently around the youngster. Padding at an awkward, ambling gait, not wanting to hurt the pup, but wanting to put him down quickly in order to cause minimum damage to his small body. Soon, the large fighter was ducking into Mulah's dim den, searching for somewhere comfortable to place the little pup. Laying him onto an area covered with soft mosses and grasses, he nudged the bandage, hoping that the travel didn't do any damage. Once he was sure that Bosco was comfortable, he hesitated. Part of him wanted to duck out of the den, to disappear into the forest before Cas could arrive. Would she blame him for the pup's injury?
◤xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◥❁ＨＥＩＬＹＮ◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢hunter ❁ weimeraner ❁ 2 years old ❁ scent: caramel❁ location: hunting grounds ❁ tags: felicity
feeling: utterly confused Tail ceasing in its wagging as the other female's features showed confusion, Heilyn's own expression turned to one of fear and horror as the female stated that she wasn't part of the pack. "Y-you're a loner?" She sputtered, taking a step back. The lead hunters had instructed them to let the fighters know when a loner was on their lands. Lowering her head defensively, Heilyn knew that a change of demeanor probably wouldn't do much - snapping at the fae might result in an injury - the whole world knew that Heilyn the Weimaraner could not be intimidating. Pausing, thinking, Heilyn raised her head once again with a small wag of her tail. "O-okay. So, I'm guessing that you're out here to hunt?" Tilting her head, she regarded the female again. "So, cos you weren't, like, aggressive or anything, I'm just going to... walk away?" Fully aware that her negotiation skills weren't exactly on an expert level, she continued to blabber, now afraid of the female who stood in front of her. "I won't speak to the leaders of the pack about seeing you today, and, if I meet you again while hunting, I will keep my mouth shut then as well." Wagging her tail once, she allowed herself a little laugh. "Well, if you can believe that I'm able to keep my mouth shut."
◤xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◥⚔ＥＩＲＡ◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢loner ⚔ australian shepherd dog ⚔ 4 years old ⚔ scent: jasmine ⚔ location: pack camp ⚔tags: xantara/arvish/pack (izla, apollo and aero mentioned)
feeling: apprehensive Keeping one ear cocked to the pair, Eira watched the buzz of camp with an odd curiosity. These dogs, less than a month ago, would have been strangers, only greeting strange dogs while strapped to a leash at the hands of a human or locked behind a fence. But now, now they were all working alongside one another, helping each other or providing another with a shoulder to cry on. Rolling her eyes, she curled a lip at the thought. In her eyes, it was pathetic. You spend your life alone under human rule, locked in a room with barely fresh water, and once you get the taste of freedom, you flip onto your back and show your belly to an Alpha. A breeze crossed her nose, luckily, blowing from camp in their direction, bringing with it the soft scent of mint. Her eyes fell on a mutt, a crossbreed with long hair, flanked by a husky and calling a doberman to her side.
If a dog required two guards to leave the camp, that must mean that they were in a high rank. Slinking back to where Xantara and the male stood, she raised herself, not quite tall enough to be on their level, but able to interact. "Sorry for interrupting, you two, but my guess is that mutt over there is top dog around here, and I'd like to get out of here before she and her bodyguards find us." This was the first time the male had heard her true voice, she realized, as the only time she had spoken earlier was with her pity act. Looking to the male, she raised an eyebrow. "Even though I'm sure all of your pack friends are just as hospitable and pleasant as you." True enough, she hadn't really been paying attention to their conversation, lost in her own thoughts. Glancing to Xantara, then back to the camp, then finally allowing her gaze to settle on the male malinois cross. Perhaps he would know a quicker way out of pack territory.
