♔ Astray ♔ (Dog RP) Open and Accepting!

[Salty Hootlirious]

⋭Carver
⋭Male
⋭4 years
⋭Scents of; Snow
⋭Fighter |-| Caucasian Shepherd
⋭Tags; Jay

Carver got pretty happy, and his tail started to wag really quickly. He let out a rumble and said, "That's good!" He grinned. He was pretty comfortable around this small brute. He did take another small bite of the rabbit, right when Jay brought up how fast rabbits are. He nodded his head in agreement. "Indeed, heh. I believe i stayed up late trying to hunt some but... I'm very slow." He said, twitching his floppy ears up. His question had almost caught him by surprise.
Usually when the brute asked few dogs how their day went, they wouldn't reply with the same thing afterwards. "W-Wow... Um, My day has been going good! Thanks for asking." He grinned at Jay, though he did shift a bit. His back legs now stuck out to the side and his tail was still wagging, but he slowed it a bit.

¤Vinxx
¤Female
¤2 Years
¤Scents of; Smoke/Fire
¤Fighter |-| King Shepherd
¤Tags; Noah

Vinxx's hackles raised even more, her fangs baring even bigger than before and her eyes becoming more cold and emotionless. Her irritation was high with this male, actually her irritation with everyone was high. She advanced towards the male, glaring harsher in his direction before abruptly, and softly, but still very coldly intertwined with a growl, she said, "You didn't answer my question. I just have to speak slow huh? Why were. You following. Me?" She absolutely hated it when another dog would DARE to avoid her simple, harsh question just to ask her the same one back! Besides, she knew much better than to take another dogs sass... From past fights. Usually, she would be the one on the ground in submission. Not anymore. She refused to let her guard down, so she kept up her aggression, but kept it a bit quiet as she didn't want to alert anything nearby.

∞Uraine
∞Male
∞5 years
∞Scents of; Blood and cookies
∞Loner |-| Tibetan Mastiff
∞Tags; Open

((I'll get a post up for him soon! Could Damian and Narcissa run into him??))

[memichoo]

elspeth [ elle ] // female // three
toller // hunter // form // tags:; open

Elspeth simply waited at the edge of the group of injured dogs. She had settled against the ground a while ago, finding that the pain of her injuries made it difficult to continue standing strong. Instead, she stared down at her muddy paws, lost in thought but not necessarily thinking at the same time. She felt numb; perhaps it was shock or something from the battle. It certainly had rattled her. [ open ]

arvish [ none ] // male // six
gs - bm // fighter // form // tags:; pack - eira - xantara

Arvish gave an appreciative nod as Xantara explaining their reasoning for approaching the injured pack. He couldn't help but think of what a fine pack dog she would make. She would be loyal, as all police dog's developed that feeling of faith towards their partners, so why not other dogs as well? She had good training, knew how to fight and protect others. She had a golden heart; after all, she, a loner, had come to aid a group of strangers. Unfortunately, she was also a new loner, and he wasn't sure of how she would react to these thoughts. "And I thank you for that, truly," he responded sincerely, glad that there was someone there to catch them if they fell. He was about to say more, but was interrupted by Eira. He nearly laughed as he heard what he assumed was her real voice. I was right; she was faking it. Following her gaze, he nodded. "That's Izla, alpha. Proud and short-tempered, but she knows when to apologize and step down," the brute enlightened them, watching the golden retriever mix with a guarded gaze. He didn't entirely trust her, but he did respect her. Pricking his ears at Xantara's question, he allowed himself to feel pleased for a moment. Someone actually enjoyed his company, and someone rather comforting at that. "Probably. I patrol the borders a lot, so I doubt it would be difficult to find me," he gave a rare playful grin. "But you do have to go. If you continue down that way," he gestured with his muzzle to the right, down a small hill, "there grows many mint plants that could easily hide your presence if you step care carefully. I'm sure you'll be hard to sniff through the blood, but better safe than sorry." He shrugged sheepishly.

[Mimu]

𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔨𝔞
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fighter | 2 years | location: Her den| tags: Open | Feeling: Bored

Mishka awoke in a random car. She got up slowly and shook her fur making it
fine. Giving a little sigh sitting down into the car with a smashed window. Looking
up into the sky seeing the clouds roll by. Thinking about her owner and where she
went, then she forgot about it. Walking back to the pack she picked up some
food for her self. As she got back she heard others talk but ignored, Walking
to her den she sat down and fed her self, "Just another boring day, huh?" she
said to her self with a little sigh at the end.

[carpe noctem.]

Ｈｅｒａ

| Fae | 3 | Saluki | Hunter | Tags; Alby

The two looked into each others eyes, and Hera paused for a moment, just letting the chaos of the world stop for a short moment. Snapping back into reality, her ears perked forwards at the voice of the longhaired german shepherd. She nodded her head slowly, agreeing with him completely. Bittersweet memories most liked to call them, the remembrance of something so great only to be hit with the realization that that isn't how life is anymore. No more waking up to the scent of bacon sizzling on the stove, occasionally being tossed a piece by her masters. She sighed inwardly, though was once again comforted as Alby shuffled closer to her. She did the same thing, as the saluki liked the male's presence, he was the first dog who had actually opened up and spoke about life before the pack. She looked at him, watching emotion swim through his actions. He clearly missed his girl, and it was obviously hard to think about how they were now, as they had no clue how they were. Were they happy, were they upset and missing their pets? She gave the male a gentle nudge on the shoulder, inhaling his deep piney scent, trying to comfort him. "She sounds like a good person, I'm sure she's being well taken care of." She murmured softly. Though she didn't truly know, from what he said, she sounded as though she was deeply cared for by her family, obviously holding a strong bond with Alby.

Ａｎｔｉｏｎｅｔｔｅ

| Fae | 3& 1/2 | Husky X Malamute | Hunter | Tags; Open

Antionette returned to camp, then limped over to the centre of camp to lay down for a moment, atleast cleaning off any blood or such. She ignored the piercing wound for the most part, though would occasionally grimace in pain. Still, she didn't regret what she did, she helped bring down that monster and she helped bring it further out of camp, she couldn't imagine how much more could've happened if everyone didn't react so quickly.

Ｃｈａｒｌｏｔｔｅ

| Fae | 4 | collie Mix | Fighter | Tags; Dingo

Charlotte listened to the male's reply, a quiet whimper escaping the brute's maw as he spoke. She shook her head in agreement, "If anyone is to know what all of this is about, it's alpha." She said with another brief nod. She began to make her way to Izla's den, though stopped halfway to see her approach out of her den. The collie mix looked back at Dingo, then perked her ears to listen to what she had to say. Once she finished, she turned back to Dingo. "Well, I guess that says enough about what happened.." She murmured to him.

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| Fae | 3 | Border Collie Mix | Loner | Tags; Heilyn

Felicity inspected the other feas reaction to this, her happy manner changed to one of worry. Her muscles tensed, ready to dart away or even snap at the female if necessary. Immediately expecting that the female would snap at her when she lowered her head, Felicity's own head lowering in a quick reaction to Heilyn's defense. The female looked to show little experience when it came to such things like fighting, as she probably wouldn't have came up and greeted her in the first place— though, she didn't know that the collie was a loner. Her ears flicked forwards as she listened to her reasoning. "Sounds perfect to me, though you do seem like you are quite the social butterfly." Felicity replied smoothly, a small smirk appearing on her face, a dog she didn't have to worry about when hunting, a great thing to have as a loner.

Ｏｎｙｘ

| Brute | 4 | Doberman X Dane | Fighter | Tags; Abrielle, Bear

The charcoal male let the female inspect his small wound for a minute before she decided it was indeed nothing big. His gaze wandered to the bear as she spoke, nodding his head briefly. "Indeed. It's a miracle that everyone made it out well.' He murmured, turning his gear back to her as he finished. His thin black tail flicked happily as she invited him to go to the river with her, the sudden urge to drink coming over him as she mentioned water. "I think I'll take you up on that." Onyx replied in a relaxed manner, then walking beside her as they walked to the source of water.

Ａｄｍｉｒａｌ

| Brute | 4 & 1/2 | Akita | Fighter | Tags; Taluka

Admiral watched the pup compare his own claws with the large beasts before turning his head up to speak to him. Admiral shook his head, "No, everyone is fine now, maybe a few wounds, though other than that they're all fine." He replied casually to the younger male, looking at him whilst the spotted male pretended to jump at the creature before siddling up to his side. An ideal sparked Admiral's mind, then looking down at Taluka, opening his maw to speak again. "Why, how about I teach you a move or two, just incase you come across a bear yourself?"

Ｒｙｄｅｒ

| Brute | 3 & 1/2 | Dalmatian X Husky | Lead Hunter | Tags; hunting

The spotted male grabbed the fawn by its neck, ignoring the urge to dig into it on the spot. It was certainly a enticing scent, but the injured dogs at camp needed it more than him if they were to be at full health. Dragging it back to the camp, his tail wagged slightly at the recount of his catch. It was certainly a job well done on Ryder's part.
As he neared the entrance of camp, he spotted Izla, Apollo & Aero, giving them as best of a smile he could do with the young deer in his mouth before quickly moving past them.

Ａｕｇｕｓｔｕｓ

| Brute | 4 & 1/2 | Kangal | Fighter | Tags; Ocotillo

The large brute swung his head around as the male, Ocotillo, came into his line of vision. The male often casted an uncomfortable vibe to others around him, though the kangal never really did act upon such things. He opened his maw to speak as he asked him what had happened. "Bear attack. Thankfully no one got seriously injured." He replied.

[. mira .]

Aero
Masculine ● Doberman Pinscher ● 5 years ● Fighter
Tags; Izla, Apollo, Adelaide, Francis

Growling at the idiotic male, Aero used stepped beside the Beauceron and shook his head. If there was one thing that ticked Aero off more than anything, it was Francis, or cocky, bratty dogs in general. They loved telling everybody they were the best of everybody, everyone should kiss the ground they walked on, and that everyone else was a piece of trash. "That's one heck of a brat. I'm surprised he's lasted a day in the pack with such a bratty, cocky attitude. He's just a huge megalomaniac." The Doberman spoke more to himself than the Beauceron, but it was for her, too. The Doberman looked to the female for a moment with a friendly look, then raised his head as Izla called him. His ears went forwards a little, and he padded to her den, poking his dark head inside and spotting both the alpha and Apollo. "Yes, Izla? Oh, sure, I'll accompany you." He smiled to her and Apollo and listened to her words, rolling his eyes at the mention of the bratty poodle. "Not one bit. No objections here." He muttered for only Izla and Apollo to hear, then grinned. "He's gonna get snapped at and attacked by some dog eventually. It's an accident waiting to happen." Aero murmured, honestly it would teach the mangy dog a lesson.

[Insignia.Peril]

Mulah
Cas | Fae | 5 years | Pit bull mix | Rank; Queen | Mate; none | Crush; none | Pup(s); Bosco | Heat stage; not in heat |
form; page 6 | Tag; Kyna, Bosco, Yonai(?)

Cas paused as she heard a tiny voice next to her saying her son had been seen by a healer already. The female's body relaxed slightly, feeling better that he was seen. "Thank you," she told the small pup before padding quickly to the den. Upon arriving, she looked to Yonai and noticed his cuts as well. Was he responsible for the injuries her pup had received? The queen told herself otherwise, not bearing the thought he would've done anything to harm her pup, the pup he had just played with not too long ago. She lowered her head and began to groom her pup gently, watching as his chocolate colored body breathed a sigh of relief. Cas breathed a sigh of her own before going out to talk to Yonai, wanting to reconnect with the brute after the fight. She was concerned about his health and what had happened - the last thing she knew there had been a growl and he had told her to mind the pups before he had taken off. "Yonai..." The female breathed, noticing he seemed a little reluctant to stay.

Obsidian
Sadie | Fae | 6 weeks | Lab mix | Rank; Pup | Mate; none | Crush; none | Pup(s); too young | Heat stage; too young |
form; page 6 | Tag; Baylor, Alder

"What is a bear anyways?" She asked, tilting her head. The pup felt as though she didn't want to know the answer to that question, but she shrugged it off as she watched the other pups. She stifled a yawn to wake her sleepy mind up before stretching out her limbs and padding up to Baylor.

Samson
Sam | Fae | 3 years | Mixed breed | Rank; loner | Mate; none | Crush; none | Pup(s); none | Heat stage; not in heat |
form; page 6 | Tag; Valora

The fae rolled her eyes, feeling weary from lack of sleep and food. "Don't worry, I won't survive for much longer; my body is too frail to hunt. I simply wanted to get some rest, some water and possibly a fish before I'm out of your hair," the female said to the lead fighter. She knew she came off as arrogant or disrespectful, but frankly she was too exhausted to care too much.

Paddle
Paddy | Brute | 7 years | Hound mix | Rank; Beta Male | Mate; none | Crush; none | Pup(s); none |
form; page 6 | Tag; Viktor

"I see," the brute said in response to the pup. Although he was a bit older, he was still a pup. The brute smiled, looking around the camp. "There are a couple of pups talking near a rock, one playing with a fighter not too far away from them, there's a pup out with a fighter by the border and a few others," the male blinked, trying to count off pups. There were a few more as of late, but he wasn't sure if he had gotten all of them listed off. Eyeing the pup's injury, the male added, "Stay away from the beetles, alright? They aren't good for playing."

Bosco
Bo | Brute | 6 months | Pit bull mix | Rank; pup | Mate; none | Crush; none | Pup(s); too young |
form; page 6 | Tag; Yonai, Kyna, Violet, Cas

The pup, feeling a bit better from the compress and the company, felt dizzy as he was moved to his mother's den. Perhaps it was from all the blood he'd lost, or maybe it was from keeping his eyes closed for too long; he didn't know. All he knew was that he felt weak and honestly more than a little confused. He had felt Kyna lick his maw at some point but had lost her scent. Opening his eyes, the pup felt nauseated as the ground beneath him was still moving. He wished it would stop; it made his stomach churn. He took a deep breath as Yonai lowered him onto the ground of his mother's den before closing his eyes and taking a little bit of a nap. His mother then came back in and started to groom him and he breathed a sigh of relief. He opened his eyes once more as the warmth of her tongue had left him. Lifting his head weakly, the pup could see she was out of the den speaking with Yonai. He realized that a certain rose-scented pup no longer sat at his side and Bosco wondered if he had dreamed of her. Maybe, he told himself as he lowered his head, whimpering to himself. But if it were a dream, it was a pleasant one. One he wished he could have every night.

Cajun Spitfire
Cajun | Brute | 3 years | staffordshire terrier x chocolate lab mix | rank; fighter | Mate; none | Crush; none | Pup(s); none |
form; page 7 | Tag; Romeo

Cajun padded toward a tree, hoping for some shade after getting a drink. Oblivious to the drama with the bear, he plopped himself down and sprawled out. He realized he had some company, a hunter named Romeo. The male wagged his tail in greeting to the brute. "Hey there," the male said in a friendly voice.

How to be a Heartbreaker
Player | Fae | 3 years | blue heeler x sheperd mix | Rank; hunter | Mate; none | Crush; none | Pup(s); none | Heat stage; not in heat
form; page 7 | Tag; Aspen

Following the male's gaze, she smiled and trotted after the rodent, being careful not to make a sound. "Probably something bigger than a rat, right?" She asked in a playful tone. "Perhaps a deer? Those are hard to take down alone, but would be a great treat for the pack," she mused, her mouth watering slightly at the thought.[/quote]

[zing]

Ａ Ｐ Ｏ Ｌ Ｌ Ｏ ♖
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ａｇｅ ;; 5 years
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ;; masculine
ｃｒｕｓｈ ;; izla
ｂｒｅｅｄ ;; siberian husky
ｒａｎｋ ;; fighter
ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ ;; tired, content
ｔａｇｓ ;; aero, izla
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as the alpha listened to his words understandingly, he longed to stay here, with her. a laugh then bubbled in her throat, making him chuckle again. obviously she wasn't too fond of the french poodle as well. nobody was. as they crawled out of the den, he nodded, letting out a small sigh. "yes, let's." they approached aero warmly, and he offered the fighter a thoughtful smile. then, he snorted in amusement, rolling his eyes playfully. of course.. nothing could ruin their little party now. except for francis.. but he wouldn't dare follow them. aero then agreed to join. after all, they needed to stretch out their legs. when izla offered to feed the poodle to the crows, he replied, jokingly, "i won't object, but maybe the crows will." laughing, he flicked his ear at what the doberman was implying. in irony, the french beauceron, adelaide, seemed to make it true. "look over there," the husky muttered, glaring at the squabble.

Ａ Ｄ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｉ Ｄ Ｅ ♕
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ａｇｅ ;; 4 years
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ;; feminine
ｃｒｕｓｈ ;; crack her shell
ｂｒｅｅｄ ;; french beauceron
ｒａｎｋ ;; hunter
ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ ;; disgusted, in a scolding mood
ｔａｇｓ ;; francis, aero
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"twenty seven..? mates, or mats?" the beauceron female's hackles rose in defense. she was barking angrily now, drawing attention to them quickly. that was good; this excuse for a fighter should be embarrassed like this. as izla, the alpha female, shot her a warm smile. nodding to the understanding female, adelaide grinned back, calling out. "bonjour." suddenly, a sudden move near her almost made her jump in surprise. aero, a skilled dog.. one to tackle the hardships and responsibility of being the next lead fighter. "oui, oiu! this.. incompetent mutt. i almost feel embarrassed for being french." as the male padded off, she still didn't give up. french poodles.. always so stuck up about themselves. in fact, he needed to be taught a well-earned lesson. snarling, she aimed for his rump, then teared off a large chunk of fluff, leaving a pink patch. spitting out the fuzz in disgust, she ripped it to shreds beneath her teeth. "let that be a lesson. au revoir!"

Ｂ Ａ Ｙ Ｌ Ｏ Ｒ ✿
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ａｇｅ ;; 9 months
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ;; feminine
ｃｒｕｓｈ ;; x
ｒａｎｋ ;; pup
ｂｒｅｅｄ ;; american eskimo dog mix
ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ ;; relieved
ｔａｇｓ ;; obsidian, alder, nike
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(i'm gonna give alder + nike a chance to reply!)

[krazykitty00]

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❋ Tiger Lily ❋
❋ Nine Months ❋
❋ Female ❋
❋ Pup ❋
❋ German Shepherd ❋
❋ Scent of Swamp Lilies ❋
❋ Tags ❋
Aeon
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Lily smiled as she was thanked for the purple stuff, wagging her tail in happiness that she finally did something right today. She still needed to find Aeon's arrow, but she'd hold off until she wasn't needed anymore. "Ick! A healer? Heavens no. No offense to you Sir Aeon, but I could not dream of spending my life healing others. It is not my style at all." She huffed, glaring at that 'poultice' word again. She mentally began to pronounce it, even as the golden retriever stepped out of his den briefly.

As she tried to pronounce the strange word, she stared hard at the purple mix, as if it would tell her the answer to her tiny speech problem. "Sir Aeon claims that you help others, but your name alone is causing me so much grief. What do you have to say for yourself?" She growled at the substance, circling it as if she were a cop interrogating a suspect. "Pleading the fifth are you? Tough luck, for I am afraid that law does not apply to lowly criminals like you. Now talk!" She barked sharply, stomping her paw. She would get answers. Just then, the healer returned and Lily sat back in her poised position, wagging her tail innocently as he collected items. With one last glare to the poultice, she growled, "I am not through with you yet, pol.. shooting stars I still can not pronounce it..." She ended on a pout before turning her gaze to Aeon. "Did you find someone who is in need of assistance?"

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☽ Vice ☾
☽ 5 Years ☾
☽ Male ☾
☽ Hunter ☾
☽ Siberian Husky ☾
☽ Scent of Dew ☾
☽ Tags ☾
Romeo
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Vice briefly waved a paw in front of his muzzle modestly. "Now you're just flattering me." He chuckled to Romeo. "But thank you. You're not bad yourself in the hunting game." He continued to help Romeo walk, tail wagging gently as he assisted his injured companion. When he yawned, Vice gave a chuckle again. "I can't let you rest until the healers have had a nice look at ya. Don't want your wound to get infected while you sleep." He warned before his ears perked up again again Aeon's call. "Well speak of- looks like you'll be able to rest sooner rather than later."

With that said, Vice helped Romeo pad through the camp's clearing to the healers den. He parted of roots in the entrance before stepping aside to urge Romeo inside. He say a pup that he recognized as Tiger Lily in there too and he wondered briefly if she helping in hopes to be a healer some day. Maybe. "Alright Romeo, I leave you in Aeon's trusted care. Heal, rest and enjoy your day." He barked kindly, brushing his side against his fellow hunter kindly before leaving him to the healer.

Maybe he'd go out an hunt, seeing as everyone seemed to be doing better with the crisis averted. There was still a missing link, his sister, and he grew worried of where she was. But worrying about Valora was bound to only be met with her anger. She could handle herself. So Vice pushed his worried thoughts aside and let to go hunt. Maybe he'd talk to Izla later? But that was simply wishful thinking.

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☀ Valora ☀
☀ 5 Years ☀
☀ Female ☀
☀ Lead Fighter ☀
☀ Siberian Husky ☀
☀ Scent of Ocean Breeze ☀
☀ Tags ☀
Samson
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Valora took in her frail state once more. "You practically look dead already. It's unsightly." She said curtly with a tilt of her head. She didn't say it simply to sound rude, but she was sometimes too honest for kindness sake. "I'd offer to put you out of your misery but I don't have time." Valora sighed, turning on her paws back to the lake. There weren't many fish in it since they all normally swam through the rivers, but they weren't rare. The white husky sat down by the waters edge and waited patiently before swiftly swiping her paw into the water. She did that two more times until she had a pile of three fish flopping on the shore. Hunting wasn't her strong point, but thanks to her brother, she had a decent amount of skill in fishing.

Valora picked up the fish and brought them over to Samson, placing them each by her feet. "There. Eat. The lake is right there so drink as much as you'd like, whatever. Then leave my packs territory." She yipped softly, licking her nose casually as she looked away. "I'd normally chase you out with a nice bite or two, I can't imagine a frail little thing like you making it too far. So get better alright?" In that momentmoment she gave alright small rare smile to the loner before she padded off back to camp. "I don't want to see you again Sam. You hear?" She barked over her shoulder as she gave a final wave good by of her tail.

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⋙ Rocket ⋘
⋙ Seven Months ⋘
⋙ Male ⋘
⋙ Pup ⋘
⋙ Shiba Inu ⋘
⋙ Scent of Fallen Leaves ⋘
⋙ Tags ⋘
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Time moved slowly for the young pup. Night went by even slower. Or maybe it was his own perception of time that caused such a slow in the strong entity. He kept things at at faster pace that time itself just couldn't keep up. Somehow the shiba even slept faster. With night passing by so slowly in his mind, he always finds himself waking up at random times only to find himself in the dark hollow beside all his fellow packmates. It was annoying sometimes but he accepted the fact that he moved a bit too quickly for his own good sometimes. Though, it was also always good thing that night could not keep up, for it meant that he always felt himself fully rested due to his body believing in his slowed time. It makes sense how he was always bright always ready for the day though he couldn't explain it if someone asked.

This time, when Rocket found himself awake, he was satisfied to find the light of the sun greeting him and making his orange like coat glow in gold. He felt the warmth heat up his fur and barked softly at the feeling. Rocket got to his paws and stretched, waking up his body fully now to the world, then shook himself free of any bedding that decided to cling to him. He waited for a moment, wanting to see if a yawn would fall from his maw. Nothing? Awesome! He thought to himself before stepping out of the den into the sunlight.

Turns out he slept longer than he thought, for when he stepped out into camp, the camp was farther awake than he was. He laughed to himself, realizing he didn't wake up first like usual, but this was a nice view too, seeing everyone bright eyed and bushy tailed. But what really woke Rocket up was the sun. It was even brighter outside than in the den. The young brute laid on his back, belly up to feel it even more. "This feels great!" He barked out loud this time, always being one to enjoy the sun's rays and always missing it deeply when the clouds come rolling in. With winter coming soon, he needed to soak up all he can now before it was too late. Now, to make this day is to get out and run! Maybe he can ask one of the adults to allow him to run loose~

[feyre.archeron]

Ｘａｎｔａｒａ （Ｔａｒａ）
Ｎｅｗ ｂｅｇｉｎｎｉｎｇｓ ａｒｅ ｏｆｔｅｎ ｄｉｓｇｕｉｓｅｄ ａｓ ｐａｉｎｆｕｌ ｅｎｄｉｎｇｓ．

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unaltered female
belgain malinois
two and a half years
loner
possibley arvish
gunpowder & leather
form: X
voice: X
tags: Arvish, Eira, Pack

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Xantara nodded at the brute, hesitant to leave but well aware the both he and Eira were correct, they had to be away from the pack before Izla spotted them or could even track them down. She was sure Eira would dart away the moment the large brutes words escaped his maw and even she turned with a quickness but she paused, turning back towards the brute “I will be at the same spot tonight, if you would like to finish our conversation” she offered, dipping her head respectfully and in an act of odd affection, but nothing to unnatural for any dog, she touched her nose to his muzzle and retreated into the underbrush with Eira. It was not hard to track the hoard of mint, the scent entangling with the smell of blood and her companion. She twitched her ears, not yet willing to speak, as she carefully leapt through the field, their scents mingling with the scents around them. They would not be tracked easily. When at last the scents of the border crossed her nostrils she skidded to a stop, and though her sides heaved she did not pant, her jaw clamped shut as they generally were. She turned to Eira, sniffing at the female “No injuries.” she noted, careful to assess her but there was nothing notably wrong and with that her mind switched quickly “Food?” she asked, an odd unnatural smile spreading across her maw.
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Ｓｔｏｐ ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ ｆｏｒ ｈａｐｐｉｎｅｓｓ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｓａｍｅ ｐｌａｃｅ ｙｏｕ ｌｏｓｔ ｉｔ．

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lh german shepherd
four yrs, three mo
hunter
possibley hera
pine & soil
Form: X
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Alby felt his heart thud slightly harder when Hera moved closer and twitched his ears towards her. He could feel her chest heaving in time with his, the pace even and calm. He felt comfortable with the female, more comfortable than he had been with anyone if he was honest with himself. It was the first time he had truly spoken of his girl and it eased his heart slightly. He wanted nothing more than to curl up next to her but now… now someone had shared his deepest feelings and her presence seemed to temporarily fill the void he felt in his heart. “I am sure you are right” he offered, attempting a smile before he turned his head upwards to the sky “I won’t deny, the freedom is great. The breeze in your fur when you run, no chains or leashes, watching the sunset and sunrise every night… fresh water constantly, raw meat” he stated, wagging his tail slightly “It’s not all bad I suppose” he remarked, turning to her with a quiet smile.
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Ｎａｒｃｉｓｓａ （Ｉｓａ）
Ｉｔ＇ｓ ｐｒｅｔｔｙ ｈａｒｄ ｔｏ ｌｅａｒｎ ｍｙ ｌｅｓｓｏｎ ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｐｕｓｈ ｍｙ ｌｉｍｉｔｓ ＇ｔｉｌ Ｉ＇ｍ ｂａｒｅｌｙ ｂｒｅａｔｈｉｎｇ

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unaltered female
carolina dog
three yrs, seven mo
hunter
Damian
rosemary
Form: X
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Narcissa shrugged off the moment of nostalgia that had passed through her, fully aware that Damian had been watching her but she chose to ignore the vulnerability that, quite possibly, still shone in her milk brown eyes. She twisted her head just enough that he could not catch a glimpse and trotted into the kitchen with her head held high, but immediately, her nostrils crinkled and her eyes filled with a sort of disgust. She was a wild dog but she was no scavenger, and the creature that lay dead before held not even a glimpse of edible taste to it. She remembered the scent, only vaguely, from her first few days away from her family. She had stumbled into a cabinet full of liquids that smelled just like the creature before her. She hadn’t tasted any of, to aware that it smelled of death and absolute disgust. She twitched her ears and turned towards the brute as he spoke, right bag hunting. She nodded and smiled at him “Let’s see how well you do” she teased, wagging her tail ever so slightly. Unbeknownst to most of the dogs in the pack, she spent a majority of her time searching for food in the abandoned houses, not quite yet fond of the mess that wild creatures made. She knew tricks that most other dogs would, simply because she tried harder to get the humans leftovers than others did. She knew very well she wouldn’t find much, if anything, in the fridge, the power having been cut quite a while ago, but it was still worth a shot. With careful precision, she put her paws on one side of the fridge and wrapped her jaw around the handle on the other side. With ease, she pulled the large thing open and a gush of still cool air rushed through her fur. She shivered slightly, lifting her muzzle upwards and blinking. It smelled of rotting meat and molded lettuce but something deep inside radiated a sweet scent. She sniffed at it anxiously, knocking jars to the ground creating sharp shattering noises at her feet. She breathed in, finally finding the item that held the sweet scent. It wasn’t like sugar and certainly wasn’t actually sweet, it was in fact, bones that perhaps belonged… or would have belonged… to the dog who once filled the bed in the other room. At the same moment her teeth clenched onto the bag, the brutes voice echoed through the house. She pulled back quickly, the bag of bones dangling from her maw, the perfect treat for young, teething pups, and turned towards him. More cookies? Her tail wagged eagerly as she trotted over to him, dropping the bones at her paws “Nicely done, tenderfoot” she praised, her voice sweet and sultry with a sly smile to match. In a moment of excitement, she nudged his muzzle with her own before turning back to her own prize “I found some bones, perfect for the pups” she remarked with a proud smile, turning to him. She raised an eyebrow “Want to see what else we can find?” she asked, almost challenging him.
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Ｅｖｅｒｙ ｓｃａｒ ｗｉｌｌ ｂｕｉｌｄ ｍｙ ｔｈｒｏｎｅ

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unaltered male
dalmation
nine months
pup
no interest
leather
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Taluka sighed in relief, all the dogs he had come to know were safe. Hopefully there were no serious injuries. He turned with eagerness as the next words slid from the akita’s maw. “Yes yes! Please!” he responded, his voice eager as he bounced at his side. He was eager to learn a fighter’s move and whether or not his body was built for speed, he was certain he could cause just as much damage as any fighter, “Do you think I could fight?” he asked suddenly, ready to learn but nervous. His mother had once told him he was born to hunt, that he was too small to fight, but the Akita didn’t seem to notice the slender build of the pup, or perhaps he did but didn’t care. After all, couldn’t any dog fight? “My mother told me I could only hunt” he remarked awkwardly, trying to explain his sudden question and shift in confidence.
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Ｉ ｓａｉｄ Ｉ＇ｄ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｌｅｔ ｙｏｕ ｇｏ ａｎｄ Ｉ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｄｉｄ．

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unaltered female
aussie x border collie
seven months
pup
bosco
roses
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Kyna nodded to Cas as her words echoed through the young pups ears. She watched as the female swept by her, headed straight towards the den where Bosco lay injured and in pain. Yonai had seemed uncertain when she had left the fighter alone and as she lifted her nose to the air, she could still smell the tension that radiated from the brute. She crinkled her nose as the other scents wafted through it, the scent of the bear dancing across her senses. She shook out her pelt and turned awkwardly to Pebbles, feeling her heart leap awkwardly in her chest. She wasn’t sure what to say to the healer who had, just seconds ago, been snapped at by the worried mother of Bosco and so instead she whispered a silent apology and darted back down the hill. Her legs stretched outwards, her paws landing with ease and silence as she aimed her direction towards the den of the pup she had already grown fond of. She skidded to a stop just short of the den and tilted her head, catching the scent of the three dogs locked away inside. Cas had returned and Yonai’s name had slipped from her maw, but Kyna was uninterested in the two adults, instead her eyes focused in on the small, possibly sleeping shape next to the two. His sides heaved and pain was clear in the way his nose crinkled with every breath, his eyes were closed and despite the obvious notion of pain, he looked rather peacefully as he was. She twitched her upright ear forward and with careful, agile steps, she maneuvered herself around the two dogs, twisting herself carefully around Bosco. The scent of roses drifted from her pelt, entrapping the young male in her comfortingly pleasant aroma. With gentle ease, she ran her tongue along his muzzle and stared at him calmly “Are you asleep?” she asked softly, worried that, if she spoke to loudly, she would wake the canine from his rest.
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Ａｂｒｉｅｌｌｅ （Ａｒｉｅｌ）
Ｏｐｅｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｍｉｎｄ ｂｅｆｏｒｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｍｏｕｔｈ

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aussie x border collie
three years
lead hunter
no interest
alfalfa
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Abrielle was pleased that the brute had agreed and with ease got to her paws and turned towards the forest, aiming in the direction of the river. She could smell the bear still but finally it seemed as though the intensity of it was fading. She turned towards Onyx “I don’t understand why the bear attacked” she offered, her blue eyes locking on him with a mixture of confuse and slight anger. She returned her gaze towards the shade of the forest, her nostrils flaring as she took in the fresher scents, the bear fading behind them. “There was no reason. It was simply just… angry I suppose” she remarked, sighing as she thought of those that were injured “The healers will be busy tonight… perhaps we can hunt on our way back? Feed the injured?” She offered, tilting her head ever so slightly.

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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.

As Aero voiced her thoughts about the poodle, Izla chuckled. "Perhaps we'll sacrifice him to the next bear who comes to the camp." She muttered, watching as Adelaide's hackles rose with her sharp words. Secretly, she hoped that the fierce Beauceron would take a bite out of the male, teach him some respect. Shaking her head, shooting a "Come, let's get away from him." over her shoulder to the two males, she began to move towards the river, her gait falling to an easy trot down the small trail leading to the water. The sweet babbling of the crystalline water greeted their ears before they could see it, and Izla picked up her speed, darting through the words to reach the water. Stopping at the edge of the river, she lowered her head, pink tongue lapping up the cool water. Her dark tail wagged gently behind her, almost forgetting about the worries of her morning. Thirst sated, Izla sat back with a sigh, looking out into the forest around her. The water lapped at her toes as she sat, almost completely oblivious to her companions. Her tail swept the ground behind her as she shut her eyes, raising her head to the rays of the sun. Perhaps she could just stay here, in the peace and quiet, forever...

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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.
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fighter ♟ pitbull x ♟ 3 years old ♟ scent: petroleum ♟ location: camp ♟ tags: bosco/kyna/mulah
feeling: afraid/hopeful ♟ INJURED - Damaged flank/Scratches on legs

Hearing Cas returning, Yonai realized it was his last chance to leave. To get out, to leave the camp and... well, not return. Not for a little while, at least. However, the large male was frozen as Cas walked into the den, immediately going to groom her pup. Yonai lowered his head, ears folding against his skull, trying to make himself small. Little Kyna thundered to the mouth of the den, and Yonai hoped that this would provide him with the cover that he needed to slip out of the den. Taking a step to the side, he began to move away, but his own name reached his ears as a small whisper, causing him to freeze to the spot, one paw held above the ground. Licking his nose, head lowered submissively, he looked to the female, not speaking, but waiting for her to begin. She didn't seem angry - in fact, she didn't seem to know what had gone on. Yonai looked up to her, head still low, braced for harsh words. When he lived with the junkyard pack, if a pup had been injured, the mother would find who was responsible, either directly or by omission, and scar them. It was tradition. Yonai bared many scars, most hidden by time and his fur, but there was one, one deep set, permanent scar on his underbelly that he would never be rid of. And, now, even though it was a different pack, a different time, Yonai's memories and instinct told him to bunch his muscles and prepare for a bite from the female. He hadn't protected her pup, it was her right to do so.

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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."

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loner ⚔ australian shepherd dog ⚔ 4 years old ⚔ scent: jasmine ⚔ location: pack camp ⚔tags: xantara/arvish/pack (izla, apollo and aero mentioned)
feeling: apprehensive

Licking her nose as the male confirmed her fears, Eira watched the dog who had been named as Alpha for a moment before looking back to her companion and the male. Raising an eyebrow at the exchanged words, grins and promises to meet again, it took all of Eira's efforts not to roll her eyes. Sweet. Sickeningly so. Two canines from opposing sides finding out about a shared past and falling for one another. Eira couldn't have wrote a book that was any cheesier. Nonetheless, she kept her maw shut, nodding her head to the male in thanks before turning, wriggling through the thick underbrush in the direction of the mint that the male had told them of. It was only then that she picked up a faster pace, falling a little behind Xantara as the other female's longer legs carried her easily over the terrain, but stopped just outside the pack borders along with the Malinois female. She caught her breath as the other did, glancing behind them to ensure that there had been no one following them. Jumping as the other female surveyed her for injuries, she looked to the Malinois incredulously, but shook out her pelt nonetheless. Caramel eyes raking across the other female, she dipped her head. "I believe you are unscathed, too." Pricking her ears at the female's mention of food, she chuckled at the other's expression. "It's been a while since you ate, huh? I've already eaten today, but I'll accompany you on a hunt, if you like." Licking her maw, dampening her nose to catch any scents, she tilted her head to the female, devising a hunting strategy in her mind already.