1x1 with ~DawnDancer~

[lavender moon]

Winter woke without warning, suddenly wide awake. She got up and marched out of the den. It was time for food. Sure enough, there were two bowls of food. Hers was half full because she could never eat a full one and another was filled to the top. She began to eat up as her tail swayed with joy.

[velasco]

♥ m a x f o r d

┍
𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊: maxford [max]
𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: unaltered male.
𝖆𝖌𝖊: five years.
𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊: x.
𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖍: x.
𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐: stray, ex k-9.
┖

𝖒𝖆𝖝𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖉 watched winter walk away. he was
somewhat upset that she'd gotten up and left
his side, but he was also glad she had at the
same time. it killed the boredom.

he stood, pacing behind winter. "can the
princess not handle her meals?" he asked,
sarcastically.

his head towered down to scoop the food
out of the bowl. he couldn't help but glance
over at winter as he did so, though. confused.

she was rude to him one second, kind the
next. he couldn't figure her out.

[lavender moon]

”How else do you think Stay this fit?” Her response was full of sarcasm as she ran behind the den and out into the training yard where others were training themselves or just practicing.

[velasco]

♥ m a x f o r d

┍
𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊: maxford [max]
𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: unaltered male.
𝖆𝖌𝖊: five years.
𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊: x.
𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖍: x.
𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐: stray, ex k-9.
┖

"𝖆𝖗𝖊 you talking about yourself?" max
asked, "i don't see a fit dog anywhere
around here." he laughed, rolling his
eyes.

smiling rather widely, he continued to
follow winter. "i forgot what this
place is like," he said, his gaze
adverting to winter once again
after looking at the other dogs.

[lavender moon]

”And I forgot what it was like to know a sweet dog.” She shot back, playfully as she bolted off around the area.

[velasco]

♥ m a x f o r d

┍
𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊: maxford [max]
𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: unaltered male.
𝖆𝖌𝖊: five years.
𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊: x.
𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖍: x.
𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐: stray, ex k-9.
┖

"𝖍𝖊𝖞," he grumbled, "i'm sweet when i want
to be."

watching winter run off, he sat. he wrapped
his tail around his rather large body, his front
paws directly in front of him. max watched
her, as well as the other dogs, run around.
he decided to sit, running his left front paw
along the ground, playing with the grass. he
didn't know those dogs and didn't want to know
those dogs. meaning he didn't want any
contact with those dogs.

he sighed softly to himself, his tail flicking
along the ground.

[lavender moon]

After racing around the park numberous times she slowed down next to Max. Panting heavily, she sat down. ”You can train as well. You’ll need it.” The white dog didn’t say this to be rude. She only spoke the truth.

[velasco]

♥ m a x f o r d

┍
𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊: maxford [max]
𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: unaltered male.
𝖆𝖌𝖊: five years.
𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊: x.
𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖍: x.
𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐: stray, ex k-9.
┖

"𝖎 may be a little rusty," he began, "but
i think i'll be fine." he chuckled softly.
maxford sighed softly once again,
his gaze returning to the other dogs.

he'd never admit it, but he missed being
a k-9. he missed being with his litter
mates, and messing around all day,
before getting yelled at, and training,
working, solving things. he missed
the adventure, he missed everything.

but he would never tell anyone. max
looked at winter. he unravelled his
tail from around him, sitting it down
flat and straight. he shifted all of his
front weight onto one paw, bringing
the other to his face, licking it. he
dropped it down abruptly, redoing
the process with the other paw.

"how's training with the dogs that
either put you down or hit on
you?" he asked, a laugh escaping
through the words. it was faint
and subtle, but still enough to
notice to those paying attention.

[lavender moon]

”I don’t train with them. I normally train by myself.” it wasn’t hard for her to admit. It was true anyways and she saw no reason whatsoever to lie to max even though they had just met.

[velasco]

♥ m a x f o r d

┍
𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊: maxford [max]
𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: unaltered male.
𝖆𝖌𝖊: five years.
𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊: x.
𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖍: x.
𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐: stray, ex k-9.
┖

"𝖎𝖘𝖓'𝖙 it better to train with other
dogs though?" he asked. "i mean,
even if they do put you down or
flirt with you, k-9's usually work
together."

he drug his paw in the patch of dirt
unaccompanied by grass. he watched
the dirt fly up as he did so, closing
an eye in attempt not to get
dirt in both eyes.

he stopped, realizing his mistake.
bad idea. "you gonna go train?"