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June sighed and sniffed the air, shaking her long-haired pelt and continuing her wandering. The scent of dogs hit her nose and she swerved. She wasn't willing to see another dog yet, she was too busy looking for her food.

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"Uhh....Miles! Yeppers! MIles is the name!" he said brightly, a smile on his doggy face. "A disease?" he tilted his head, but still wasn't to concerned about it. It was probably nothing....

Wendy Lou wriggled her rear. "Yep!" she yipped, tearing into her rabbit. "Mmmff.....itsh delishous..." she growled, muffled from the rabbit fur and meat. She swallowed, wagging her tail.

Bandit scented the air, reckoning that was some dog he scented. He trotted forwards, out of the bush, only to come face to face with June. He yelped, jumping back in surpise, only to be thwacked by the bush. He dipped his head, dropping his catch. Must of not been able to scent her well because of the mouse. "Er, hello, senorita," he said politely.

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Larry smiles at her, beaming after finishing his meal. "Yeah, best meal I've had in a long time!" He chirrups back. He spends a few moments just watching her as she finishes her rabbit, she is lean and thin like he is, but smaller, with a thinner coat. I bet she can run just as fast as I can. Larry thinks, enjoying her closeness.

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The small, slender whippet vigourously(sp?) bobs her head up and odwn. "Mostly used to finding food here and there," she comments. She smiles at Larry, then glances around. "Nice place this park is!" she yips. Little does she know, it was once one of the parks in New York City.

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Larry nods, dipping his head slightly. "Yep, scavenging is hard work. And is never as tasty as this." He says back, grinning. "The park is great! The grass is a nice change from walking on cement all the time and there are plenty of little critters to chase that make a good meal." If you can catch them, anyway. He finishes the last, keeping it to himself. Though if things continue to go this well and you'll stay awhile, it will be much easier!

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Wendy nods again. "The cement hurts my paws!" she yips. "And scavenging is not much fun! I much rather like chasing live prey!" she thumps her tail against the ground. "Rabbits are much tastier than scavenged food!"

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"That they are." Larry says, a bit of satisfaction in his voice. "It's much easier to catch them when there are two dogs who can work as a team." He looks at her out of the corner of his eye, pretending to study what is left of the rabbit fur. Guess I sould just come out and ask... He thinks to himself, looking for her reaction. No reason to waste time. "So... Would you like to hunt together again? Maybe we could... I don't know, stick together? I'll be easier that way..." He finishes, hoping he doesn't sound too weird and will scare her off. Oh please let her want to stay! I am so tired of being alone. He thinks.

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The small Whippet tilts her head, a smile on her doggy face. She catches easily onto Larry before he actually says it outright, for she is quite a clever and smart dog. "Yes, yes! Of course I'd love to work as a team! Easier to catch rabbits, and find shelter that way!" She yips her response, her tail thumping the ground in sheer excitment. More rabbits!

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Larry jumps up, thrilled that she will stay with him. "Great!" He barks, falling into a play-bow in front of her. "Common, you wanna run? There are all kinds of places in the park we can explore!" He yips to her, playfully clicking his teeth together.

The cold wind picks up again, but Larry ignores it as it ruffles his long coat. Wendy is far more interesting than having to worry about finding shelter today, even though it promises to be a bitterly cold night. At least there is not much snow and it is still easy to get around.

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Wendy leaps up, with her Whippet energy. She returns the play-bow, and races on ahead, letting herself throw back her head and bark. She cannot howl, only bark. But to Wendy, it does not matter. It means the same thing. "Ok!" Oh how she loves to run. For that Whippet blood runs in her veins, true and clear. She glances backat Larry, her eyes bright an shining. "Coming?"