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Gender: Male | Age: 6 | Rank: Mercenary | Mood: Fatigued, worried, uncertain.| Tags: Sampson, Bullet
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The air was dry, yet it was cool at the same time. As a few flakes of snow sprinkled from the grey sky above, the pitbull mix could feel his temper begin to flare up. He lazily slouched over, glaring at Sampson as he made his way across the wide patch of frost-covered soil over to the rest of the pack. "Rough sleep?" he asked, his eyes locking onto the retriever as he came closer. Felon didn't even wait for an answer before rising to his paws and trudging further away from the other mercenary. He couldn't help but wonder why Sampson seemed so alarmed at the sight of snow. It was bound to happen, surely, sooner or later. An early snowfall didn't concern him, not even in the slightest way. Felon was used to the harsh winters. They came every year, early or late, brief or lengthy, and freezing or mild. He had seen it all. Nothing seemed to scare him anymore, except for the occasional droughts that hit the territory every few years."Your thoughts?" he asked Bullet, his broad voice ringing through the silent, still air. Felon traipsed through the thick snow that had gathered on the ground. It didn't please him, to say the least, but it didn't aggravate him, either. What aggravated him was the sight of the others tossing and turning, tucking their heads under their paws, and curling up into balls to shield themselves from the wind. It was pathetic. Felon knew that one of the co-chiefs or higher ranks would decide to leave their territory, their home. Sighing, the brute allowed his body to fall limp onto the frozen terrain, his chin colliding with a slanted rock that poked out of the earth. He grumbled, but ignored the pain. Pain wasn't something that needed to be felt, but rather something that demanded to be felt. Felon was stubborn. He would not give in. He never gave in. The pitbull mix turned his head to look at Bullet, still awaiting his answer. Perhaps he had missed it, being the type to do such a thing. Shaking his head furiously, he asked the question a second time. "Your thoughts, co-chief?"
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Gender: Female | Age: 5 | Rank: Rouge | Mood: At peace, happy, delighted. | Tags: None
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The rouge yawned drowsily, opening her eyelids wearily. Her nose wiggled as a snowflake landed on it, which caused her to sneeze. "A-a-achoo!" Nevith swiped at her snout playfully and wagged her silky tail, raising to her paws with exhaustion. The sky was a light grey, full of small specks of white. She smiled contently, leaping into the air and landing on her back. She rolled around in the snow for a while before getting back up and heading out to find something to eat. Nevith expected prey to be scarce due to such an early snowfall, but to her surprise, the forest was full of small critters, such as squirrel, mice, birds, and the occasional grasshopper. She bounded off her heels, landing on a chipmunk, and sinking her teeth into its neck. "Sorry little guy. A dog's gotta eat," the Australian Shepherd whispered with a slight scowl. She grabbed her catch by its back and trotted back to her "den", which was simply a gathering of bark and moss which she had laid out for herself nearly a month ago. Nevith liked to stay on the move. After a while, she realized that it was better than staying in one spot for her whole life, especially since the packs she tended to spy on would most likely come after her. In the distance, she could hear faint voices. Her ears weren't the best at picking up sound, so she knew they couldn't be too far away. Enthusiastically, Nevith bolted off into the valley in hopes of finding these individuals.
The loner crouched behind a large bush, peering through its dense branches. She spotted two dogs; one who resembled a brown retriever, and the other, a pitbull. She shuddered. She had bad experiences with pitbulls. They weren't always the friendliest of dogs, at least from what she had seen. Nevith narrowed her eyes to see another dog, one that the pitbull spoke to. She tilted her head curiously, wondering what he had said. She watched for a while, but didn't see anything special or remarkable. Just another boring group of dogs, she thought. But then it occurred to her: perhaps they had food. A wicked smile appeared on her face. A little bit of stealing can't do any harm. No one will notice if I snatch a few scraps... She slowly crept out of her hiding place and shuffled behind a tall pine tree. Now was just a matter of who got to their food supply first.
