[Thank you €lliptical~ Sorry for not responding to you last night. Bailey's one of my favorite breeds and I thought this pic fit him perfectly x3]
☼ B A I L E Y ☆
Do the sun and stars have...
A light honey-colored nose twitched, catching the faintest whiff of blood on the breeze. Deer, the male thought quickly. After being on his own in the area for almost a full year, the retriever had come to learn the unique scents of the wildlife. Bailey snorted softly, a harsh puff of air from his nostrils, before he worked his way slowly toward the scent. Every few feet, the golden dog would pause - nose raised to the wind, ears raised over his head - wary for any signs of other predators. He was mostly concerned about bears and wild cats, with some apprehension toward the pack of wolves he'd scented in the area.
As he drew nearer to the scent, two things became clear. One was that there was a dog nearby, a young female. The second thing was that further ahead, a bear was roaring in fury - probably cornering some foolish creature to have disturbed or suprised it. Bailey was confused by the smells of the canine. Was his nose deceiving him? He hadn't scented a dog, let alone seen one, since the Lab puppy back at his old master's house. Still weary, he padded closer, his paws whispering over the earth and scattered debris. Slowly, he sank into a crouch before creeping closer. He was grateful for the tall grasses and that his fur blended well with the undergrowth. His nostrils flared as the thick scent of blood taunted his empty stomach. Bailey parted his jaws expectantly, a low growl-whine of hunger escaping before he knew it. The sleek male froze, waiting to see what the nearby female would do.
As he drew nearer to the scent, two things became clear. One was that there was a dog nearby, a young female. The second thing was that further ahead, a bear was roaring in fury - probably cornering some foolish creature to have disturbed or suprised it. Bailey was confused by the smells of the canine. Was his nose deceiving him? He hadn't scented a dog, let alone seen one, since the Lab puppy back at his old master's house. Still weary, he padded closer, his paws whispering over the earth and scattered debris. Slowly, he sank into a crouch before creeping closer. He was grateful for the tall grasses and that his fur blended well with the undergrowth. His nostrils flared as the thick scent of blood taunted his empty stomach. Bailey parted his jaws expectantly, a low growl-whine of hunger escaping before he knew it. The sleek male froze, waiting to see what the nearby female would do.
...the answers for my broken and confused heart?
ღ P E B B L E ღ
Who out there holds the key to...
Pebble had been lapping at the frigid water of a small creek when the sudden roar of an enraged bear came from nearby. Startled, she glanced in the direction of the sound, her mind whirling with what could cause the bear to make such a sound. The possibilities were endless, based on the teachings of her pack and her experience. It wasn't very difficult to get a bear angry whatsoever. Curious as to the cause, and oblivious to the possible dangers of doing so, she trotted toward the aggrivated creature to investigate.
The silver wolf soon came to understand that there was some sort of canine - possibly one of her pack - being cornered or attacked by the bear. While the wind wasn't with her, only blowing her scent toward the bear and its victim, her sharp ears were able to catch the whining of a wolf or possible dog, as she'd caught scents of her canine cousins in and around her pack's territory. A sense of urgency came over, and soon the she-wolf was bounding toward the predators, her long legs carrying her swiftly over the earth. Her senses strained as she tried to assess the situation, if the canine was injured or had gotten away, and what the bear was doing. It wasn't easy, seeing as her best sense was her nose - which was picking up every scent other than what she wanted. The wind was at her back, pushing her forward - as if urging her to move faster, jump farther - as she flew over the earth.
The silver wolf soon came to understand that there was some sort of canine - possibly one of her pack - being cornered or attacked by the bear. While the wind wasn't with her, only blowing her scent toward the bear and its victim, her sharp ears were able to catch the whining of a wolf or possible dog, as she'd caught scents of her canine cousins in and around her pack's territory. A sense of urgency came over, and soon the she-wolf was bounding toward the predators, her long legs carrying her swiftly over the earth. Her senses strained as she tried to assess the situation, if the canine was injured or had gotten away, and what the bear was doing. It wasn't easy, seeing as her best sense was her nose - which was picking up every scent other than what she wanted. The wind was at her back, pushing her forward - as if urging her to move faster, jump farther - as she flew over the earth.
...opening my heart to the wonders of love?
[I hope this is an okay intro for them. Let me know if you guys need more to be able to respond to it.]
