Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[DoctorDraca]

Guys, I have a hard time deciding again. Darn headache. :C
Do you mind if I give you guys until tomorrow morning? I won't accept any new forms for 37, but this way you get to clean up existing forms.

[OneRowdyNight]

-Wonders how many forms there were for 38.- I finally finished! Hope it isn't too long.... o-o''

[Queen Vivane]

I may not be applying for her, but if you have a headache I would prefer you judge when your feeling better :3

[Bast-et]

Tracker Dog Series 15
UserName: SnailsCanFly
Tracker Applying For: #38, aerial
Intended Name: Traveler

Why Traveler?
I chose the name Traveler for tracker #38 because of his endurance mentioned in his caption. To me, this seemed a great strength for a rescue dog to have. I believe that by naming him Traveler and bringing to mind his greatest attribute it shows the pride that both his creator and owner have in him.

Tracker Dog #38 | Available until April 15
Gender: Male
This Tracker prefers natural areas and can even nestle himself in a treetop. He's the same size as a Normal Tracker. Speed isn't his biggest ally, but he can fly for a long period of time, often gliding from treetop to treetop. He has a particular love for birds, both listening to them and eating them.

Proposed Job for Traveler
I would like to have Traveler be a search and rescue dog in the national forests that he loves. He would help save lives, and his steady endurance would allow him to search large areas without rest.

Why I Want #38

Nex, this is the most diffucult question on your form. I hope you don't mind if I make it more of a third person story to explain better.

Snails, despite the honors classes she was taking, had no homework.For the first time in about a week, she had no papers to write. So, for the first time in that week she was able to spend more than five minutes on the internet- more exactly on CS. And when she clicked on the Tracker Dogs page, imagine the shock when she realized that there was only one day left for the aerial to find a home. And she imagined another failure to achieve something that she really wished for.

Snails, to be perfectly honest, wanted to write. Especially wonderfully thought out stories with captivating characters and thrilling story lines. And she had no shortage of ideas. There were many nonrelated equally great things to write about that she came up with. But, being the strait-A, honor-roll, and varsity-volleyball-player teenager that she was expected to be by her parents, counceler, and coaches took alot out of her. So when she got home, finished homework, and took care of her border collie, she was wiped. The stories wern't happening as anything other than jotted notes in a notebook.

Snails would really like to tell Nex that when she sees a tracker that she loves, it becomes very easy to get excited about the stories again. Writing flows, and the stories finally, in bits and pieces get written down. Usually the intros for the previous Trackers she has tried for are modified stories that she had thought of, and are finally- at least in part- written down. Snails wants to thank Nex for giving her the modivation for getting through the school slump and writing down some of her stories to be read, even when they don't win. She would really love to win this tracker especially because he has a great personality and story that she would love to tell

Traveler's Personality

Intelligent:

Traveler understands how things connect;He knows how hard the wind is blowing, and can tell which way the birds will takeoff. His understanding of cause and effect give him a calm air in tough situations. He finishes tests, puzzles and detective work quickly, and usually correctly. He is a smart Tracker, and never uses any more effort than is necessary to finish his task.

Stable

Traveler keeps a tight rein over his emotions. He is ruled by his head, and not the emotions that he feels. He is level headed and works through the pros and cons of actions before executing his plans. He makes sound solid decisions based on information he knows; what he doesn't know he doesn't fret.

Self-Confident

Traveler knows himself, both physically and mentally. He knows just how much strain his body can take, and how much pressure it takes to make his head spin. Because he is so compleatly sure of himself, he is often described as self-confident. His confidence gives him a purpose to his movements and a surety that allows him to follow through with any decision he makes.

Curious

Traveler is extremely curious. His intelligent mind loves new facts, and learning. However, he prefers hands-on learning, and has gotten his nose bitten by more than one scared squirrel when it was stuck somewhere it didnt need to be.

Laid-Back

Traveler is not a type-A tracker. He is relaxed and follows the saying "Slow and steady wins the race" to a tee. His endurance is a never creasing strength that applies to his philosophy too. Rushing into things never helped anyone, while a few moments taken to understand the entire situation and plan can save lives and minimize injuries.

Traveler's Introduction

Traveler sat in the branches of his favorite tree as the early spring sun broke over the horizon of leaves. The birds had woken him earlier and he had relaxed without moving, listening to their songs and waiting for the absent sun to come fill his world with light again. The almost silent tread of boots betrayed Snails approach to Traveler. "Hey Traveler, ready to start work?" Traveler continued to watch the remainder of the sun's acsent, but cocked an ear towards her to show he wasn't compleately ignoring her. "We have a call..." Snails let the sentance dangle off, trying to intice Traveler's curiousity. Stubborn, Traveler flicked his ear forward once again. He wasn't going to be drawn in that easily. "Its not a hiker" Snails said in singsong. Traveler's ears flew back. "Nuh uh." Snails shook her head. "You don't get any information 'till your outta the tree" Snails hands went to her hips, and she raised an eyebrow. A silent count went through her head. three... two... one At the one, Traveler's head turned around, and he glided out of the tree to Snails feet where he swished his tail, excited. But Snail's face had gone stone serious. "Okay Traveler, we have a job for you. This one's important, and your the only one that can fix it..."

end of introduction...

[Metallic Dragon]

That's alright, take your time Nex. Headaches are never fun :\

[ilovekahlee]

Tracker Dog Application Series 12
Username: lorrin
Tracker Dog you want: 38
Name you'll give it: Strider
Reason why you want it: I love tracker dogs and have been wanting one for a story I’m writing, The colors are perfect for what I’m hoping for.

Will it be used in any kind of story? Yes, several.
Describe its personality: Bold and sneaky with a VERY strong passion for food, Chocolate in particular. So guard your candy bars! One of his favorite things to do is sneak up on you and steal food from your hand, he eats everything, wrapper included.
The only things safe from him are onions, and olives he hates them. He is very friendly towards humans, but a bit suspicious around other animals thanks to his original owners. He is quite young and is full of energy. Praise is good, treats are better, but no matter what he will give his all to please you. He is a bit small for his age, but that's ok, because it's easier for him to maneuver in small areas. He never forgets a scent, and will try to follow until he drops.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
“This one will be different, with wings there’s no way 268 will be able to escape again.” Zack nodded but stayed silent. He hoped so; experiment 268 had been his one big break. Zack looked down at the young tracker tugging at his chain, begging to be released. He leaned down and held a gray collar in front of the animal. “get him” Experiment 268 had thwarted the tracker a friend had let them use, a wolf with wings isn’t very easy for a non-flying creature to catch. But with Strider, they had a chance to get him back.
Strider took a huge sniff of the collar, and took off like a rocket.
He was bounding and gliding through the forest, trying to catch scents from both the ground, and air. Then, he found it. He let out a large howl so his humans would know and began the hunt.

[DoctorDraca]

Tracker Dog Application Series 12

Username:

Bluestar123

Tracker Dog you want:

37#

Name you'll give it:

"Kira" - Meaning "Dark Lady", origaniting from Ireland

Reason why you want it:

Oh, how can words describe lust for something like thus?

First of all... as you've described her, she's like a me - fiesty, active, tough, proud and may i even say, headstrong? And i'm not a fan of designms which are 'fantastically-sparlkle-covered-neon-blinding' designs - i much prefer feral, natrual designs like Kira's. Her markings are quite unique and entising and, and....capturing. I mean, i was scrolling at speed down the page in excitment to see this gorgeouse new series, and my eyes were instantly fixed on her from first glance. Woah, this is like a love story - well, it pretty much is.... honestly, i never thought i'd fall for pixels, lol! Anyway, i partculaly like the dark stripey shapes on her flank - it's a nice touch and adds to the wild effect i think.

I wish i could just pull my dear Kira out of my laptop screen and keep - she's that special. Funny thing is, i've previewed my form a minute ago and i every five seconds i'm scrolling up to take a quick glance at her, as i literally can't stop looking at her... oh i'm so sad 0.0! But i must keep this argument balanced musn't i? So the not so good things about her...urr....umm...well if i had to be honest, the only thing i'd change is maybe a dark stripe on her two front legs, but that dosen't matter really. Apart from that i can't fault a thing about her. If she had a theme tune (which i'll probaly add to this form anyway...), it would be "Just the way you are" by Bruno Mars, as she is completely amazing...

So i've only saw about fifteen minutes ago, and if she were real, our bond would be un-breakable my now - trust me. I can't really express this any more...i just really hope you see what i mean. Thanks.

Will it be used in any kind of story?

Defiently

Describe its personality:

Tough and casual
Inside and outside, Kira is like a rock. Though yes, she has heart, the emotions she displays are mostly very blunt and Resentful. Most of the time she is on missions, seeing she is highly trained and very useful, but dosen't hesitate to to do it with swagger and as casually as she cares. It's like she controls time - if Kira wants a quick snack before hand, she puts the scene on hold before straunting off to help. This also makes her quite care-free and wild, which i'll explain later. In her free time, it's hanging about with her head so high it blocks out the sun. But anything you dare through at her will not come with-out blow back, normally of the tounge varity, as she dosen't bother usually to lay claw and tooth or the matter - she's far too respectful for that, which brings us to the next thing....

Self-respectful and Dominant
Don't even bother trying to start a fight or ask little miss Kira for help - she's got no care for your needs, or opions, and should you try physical force on her, she'd push you to one side with one paw. She phsically very strong and her calm, critical nature makes it easy for her to put your own anger and emotions against you. It's not an easy thing to master the art of, but if you do have it, dear Kira might have a run for her money!
She's also very dominiring, and won't stop 'til she's at the top. As you probaly thought, very few challenge her of this place, but those who do never again, trust me now...So Kira is a non-violent queen right? Ummm, let's learn more of her then:

Judgeful and fair
Kira is actually quite a quiet tracker. Normally she keeps to herself and is sarcastic and rude to those who talk to her. But she has a reason for it - she judges people. She judges you by your actions, vioce tone and even what you are wearing. There are many rumors about her, like she can read and control minds - but she can't, it's just immature supstetions which Kira takes with disgust and pity for those who are low enough to think such things. But she isn't biast at all - she will judge all things by their heart and mind, and how pure they are. So though she is mean to most, those few who are true in themselves are ones she actually respects - and that's an emotion that barely comes with her.

Caring and head-strong
And just when you thought her an evil, old witch - BAM!! - you kind this Kira is almost caring?!!?! Well yes, deep, deep in her heart, she is very careing. Maybe not so much with people and other trackers, but to the rest of nature, and she loves the wild like the wild loves her. And boy, does she know it! It's possibly the need to not betray this streak in her that makes her so shadowed - and gives her name's meaning "dark lady". She is natrualy head-strong too - a born leader. In a kind of a good way though...

Tough, casual, self-respectful, dominant, judgeful, fair, caring and head-strong... this is who Kira is, and i can't change this. So maybe she is sarcastic and deadly and ignorant, but see the light of her too, my friends - as dosen't everybody have a white veil, with a black dress...?

Anyway, apart from the personality, i thinks it's high time we learnt more of dear Kira - like her favourite food, hobbies and all that. Ready?:

Species:
Tracker dog

Sub-species:
Wild tracker

Latin name:
savvaļas tracker

Family:
Unclassified

Name:
Kira

Prononciation:
Keer-a

Meaning:
"Dark Lady"

Gender:
Female

Age:
unknown (but believed to be quite young)

Mate:
None

Offspring:
None

Occupation:
Highly trained tracker - works in rural areas, including mountainal areas

Distinct features:
Pale gold markings on flanks, legs, tail, neck and brow

Hobbies:
climbing, hunting, map work and reading through training timetables - she enjoys seeing what the younger generation of trackers are doing, and map reading helps her navigate over remote terrain. She will hunt often at night. She also has a skill of stealing things like papers and things of intrest (but never anything expensive)

Favourite foods:
Fresh meat and she has a slightly gourment tongue and likes the occasionaly human restruant left-overs

Likes:
Windy and cold weather, rain, music, being alone, hearing her own voice (!), poems, nature, art and she quite likes little everday objects - likes rubbers, compasses, paper ect. - for some odd reason...

Dislikes:
Hot weather, loud noises, noisy or large crowds, things that are better than her, most other trackers or humans

Strengths:
Fast and stronger than most trackers, able to climb sheer faces of rock ect., willful, intelligent and a fast-learner

Weaknesses:
Easily-frustrated, can over-heat quickly, has long depressions sometimes, short-temper, she can be dazed or confused by high-pitched noises.

Theme tune:
"Just the way you are" by Bruno Mars

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

Kira growled slowly as leapt a void in her path. She landed with well-practiced perfection on the other side, with a gentle 'thump'. It was early morning and she'd been hunting down some apparent drug-dealer, who'd crept off to a village below a mountain pass not far from her current position. As always, she knew not much of this petty human offence - or too her mind, 'petty', at least - all she had was a scent and been shown an example of what he'd was hopefully wearing, (at which she'd yawned lesurily, in no mood for a lecture. She "glanced" up at the helicopter, circling above her and sighed. She felt a warm day coming on, and anything too hot and she'd over heat and be off-work for a day or so before she recovered.
"At least there's plenty of caves to shelter in," She muttered and bounded with ease from crack to crack. It wasn't long 'til she was standing on a wide ledge high up, surveying the little specks of the village far below. She circled round a few times on the ledge, signalling to the helicopter that the village was there and her work was done. It was the aerial tracker's missions to glide down from where-ever they were and finish the job. Kira waited impatiently for the little green light to clear her of her job. Her brow suddenly furled and she snarled as the light finally came. It was red. And red meant there was a problem. For this mission, she was wearing a specially-designed collar that could transmit messages from her helicopter to her, and it suddeny crackled into life...:
"Kira, can you here me?!" It asked, a man's voice on the other end.
"Yes," Came her blunt reply, "glaring" up at the machine wirling around like a dememnted fly above her.
" Good. They were going to bring the aerial tracks' over in another chopper, we had a signal a minute ago, but it's like the things just disappeared of the face of the earth. The radar can't even sense it. We need you to go down there and sort this guy out whilst we find the others. You good with that?"
"Yeah, great," She growled sarcastically. "What if i need back-up, brains?" There was silence on the other side of the line, only interupted by the occasionaly crackle.
"Kira, there's something wrong with our signal - it's defunctioning. I think there's a virus somewhere in here...I'm sorry - can you hear me, Kira, can you he--" he was cut short by a short beep and then a low humming noise as the signal gave out.
"No, i can't hear you," She hissed and shook her head. She turned to look back down into the village down in the valley. "So, drug-dealer human, it's just you and me now..."

Kira yelped suddenly as a loose rock loosen underneath her, her foot jolting down a little. The path she'd chosen was steep and dangerouse - even for a terrian-goddess like her. She was mostly side-sliping down the rock. The helicopter had gone whizzing off, leaving her alone. She sighed sadly and edged down the rock face a little more. Luckily for her, she was in the shadow of a nearby peak, keeping her out of the sun's burned claws. She was covered in sweat anyway, so anymore heat would send her off the edge for sure. As she scanned the tiny village far below, she realised just how stale the scent of human was. She searched through the old aroma's, looking for any fresh scent, but it's was a futile effort; she didn't find anything fresh - let alone the man's she was looking for. Her hackles bristled a little in frustration but she told herself she was probaly just to far away to decect anything special. There was still a lingering doubt in the back of her mind though as she slid a couple of yards down the rock, grazing her pads and the back's of her hind legs a little. She yolted to a stop, cut off by a little crevice in the face. Kira balanced their for a while thinking deeply. A question suddenly hit her: if the village below was deserted (as she'd guessed), why would her quarry go there? If he deals drugs, surely he'd go somewhere he can find buisseness...? She said to herself thoughtfully.
"Honestly - humans never fail to amaze me," She muttered, forgetting the weird question. it was probaly just her misunderstanding of the pitiful human mind.

Kira padded down the gentle slope near the bottom of the mountain. A few minutes ago, she'd raised her muzzle to the air and sworn she'd caught a whiff of fresh human through the stale, musty odours, though the winds had changed course before she'd had time to comfirm it. Her clever mind was concentrating hard as she leapt casually down into the dust. A few patches of grass were scattered around as she stopped and took everything in. The first structure was nothing but one and a half ways of of, chipped brick with peices of rotting wood layed about uselessly. Most of the other building weren't much more. Their were about thirty of them, bashed and broken - all except four in the middle of the mess. They looked old and a little unkept, but were intact...from the outside, anyway. Kira growled warily as she caught a flicker of shadows in one of them - on the end right. She took a step forward, just to make sure it wasn't a bird or something; but she'd already felt the presence of another intelligent mind.

Kira hesitated, unsure whether to approach or not. Though no fear betrayed her, she knew that humans had strange and dangerouse ways, and armed themselves with advanced weaponary - far more advanced than the primitive tooth and claw. She cocked her head, trying to work her mind through the building, searching for things. She could jusy scent drugs - they were hidden somewhere, as the aromar was covered up. Every instinct was telling not to approach, but she took a cautiouse step forward, baring her teeth savagly. She heard a heavily 'thud' and some scrambling. She felt the tension ease a little. She slunk forward and entered the old building.

To Kira's disgust, whoever had been there had escaped her through the back window, and as she looked out, she "saw" foot-prints in dust.
"Damn you!" She cried angrily. As she was about to follow, she suddenly noticed a small glow in the corner of the darkness. A laptop.
Kira had seen people use these, and kind of knew what it was. She bounded over, and reared up on her hind legs, supporting herself on the little table the machine was on. Kira understood most of the text on the screen, as she looked at the page. It read:

11th April 2011

Hey,
In the old village, got the following with me:

Kira skipped out the list of drugs, knowing she wouldn't understand any of it.

Got the cops and their darn tracker-what-its after me. Where are you now? I need you to meet me here as quickly as possible. I've implanted a virus into the helicopters, but there's still a tracker out there.

Gotta go quickly. And for God's sake - HURRY!!

Kira snarled loudly. Virus. She remembered what the man had said in the helicopter about some kind of virus, cutting off all their signals. That would mean they had no location guidance. She realised she needed a human to get rid of this virus. She clawed the top of the laptop down and pulled it off the table, all he plugs coming out. She got a decent grip on it and turned to run back to find the rest of the team. A low growl rose inn her throat as a shadow fell over her. It was a man - the man - and he was holding a long, metal stick, pointing it straight at her. Kira recognized the gun immediatly, having seen it many a time with criminals. But never had she had it this close though. She was about to lunge at the man and finished the job there and then, but there was a bang a sudden pain erupted in Kira's haunch. She yelped, dropping the laptop, and her legs buckled beneath her. And everything went black...

Kira woke with a wierd pain that shook her hole body. Her head was pounding and her "vision" was blurred; as her sense ecoiled with the pain. Her haunch was throbbing in particular, where the bullet had entered. She was sweating, but the persperation was cold and she realised she was shivering. For the first time in her life, she wished she was in the kind rays of the gentle sun. She lay there for about an hour, trying to remember everything. Eventually, the images came back to her - of the man with a gun and something to do with a virus. She groaned stretched, her bones clicking and flanks straining as she took a deep breath. Her senses began to come back, but they weren't nearly as sharp as normal. She "saw" she was just outside the old house, in some kind of cramped enclosure. But it wasn't long before she drifted back into a fitful sleep. The next two days she went like this: slowly remembering everything and beginning to test herself. On the third day, she felt almost normal - except for the stabbing pain in her haunch. She lifted her muzzle slowly, and then her neck. For a minute, everything whirled around before it came into focus. Kira was lying in a metal cage, to small for any comfort. She craned her neck to look at the top of her leg, and saw a deep, red wound, crusted in dark blood. She whimpered and scrutinized as best as she could. The bullet hadn't gone far. She knew she had to get it out before the wound got infected. She braced herself drove her jaws towards it. Her front canines entered the gouge and she felt the little hard thing between two teeth. She janked it up, whimpering as the pain reached its climax. The wound was slightly bigger now, and weeping with hot, sticky blood. She licked in tentitevly, growling a little. The pain began to dull a little and Kira sighed, longing to be out of the strange cage. She pressed her muzzle against the bars and - not knowing who she was talking too - said silently:

"Please come to me - i need you"...

It was a odd sensation 16 year-old Holly was feeling as she treked lesiury over the low foot-paths of the mountains... it was like their was some invicable force guiding her somewhere, as if her feet no longer belonged to her. She sighed warily stopped to look at her map. She was about half an hour away from the valley she was looking for. There were dark rumors of it being a deserted ghost town, but she'd laughed when she'd heard it ran off to find the old place. She took a sip of water and carried on walking whilst redoing to long, black hair in a new pony-tail.

It was late afternoon as she clambered over a miss-placed boulder and gazed out at the little, deserted village. She could kind of see why people thought there were ghosts here: the houses were decaying and shattered, filling the place with dark shadows and lots of big holes were something Holly's size could hide. As she turned her head, something glinting caught her eye. She coulodn't quite make it out but she could hear an animal. Uncertain of what she'd find, she walked tentitivly forward. Her first thoughts were 'mountain lion' as she inspected Kira's dozing body from a distance. She could see the powerful muscels between the cage bars and took a step back warily. She clicked her tongue, trying to get the animal's attention. There was a snarl and the animal swung its head round. Holly browed furled as she realised it was not a mountain lion, but some kind of canine. She edged forward trying to make it out.
"You, you..." She trailed off, blinking in surprise. "You're a tracker dog?!"

Kira growled at the sight of the young human, gauping at her. She was still wearing her transmition collar, if only she could turn it on, her growls and snarls would be understandable. She pawed at the collar, her pads slipping over the button. In frustration, she threw her neck against the bars of the cage. She heard a little click and a distant humming.
"Why look," She growled, feeling satisfied with the look of amazment and almost fear on the human's face. "Another human. I suppose i'll have to hunt you down two when i get out of here," There was along pause before the girl finbally spoke.
"You can speak?" She asked.
"Well done," Kira replied with a grim expression.
"But i don't understand, why are you in a cage?" Kira rolled her eyes.
"Because your human friend shot me and put me in this hell-hole!" The girl's eyes were filled with confusion.
"What? What do you mean my "human friend"?"
"Look, don't play dumb on me, girl, the drug dealer. You work for him, don't you. I saw the letter on the laptop, telling you too hurry here. I'm not a stupid little puppy you know!" She was furiouse that she couldn't just tear out the girl and the man's throat out right now.
"No, i was just going for a walk over the mountians, looking for this place. I didn't know there was anyone here. Let me get you out of there," The girl took a step forward, but stopped dead at the sound of a deep voice.
"You will do no such thing," The man was there. He had a heavy bag slung over his back, and holding his gun, pointing it right at the girl's out-stretched arm. Kira cocked her head in confusion as she bared her teeth at the man. If this girl worked for the guy, surely he wouldn't be threanting to shoot her? 'No, this is all just acting to confuse me!' She thought angrily, crouching as if she was about to spring forward in the cage.
"Stop messing with me, you too. You work for each other - i know that much. And you," She said, glaring at theman, who didn't look too surprised of the fact she could speak. "You implated a virus in our helicopters, making them loose their signal and co-orinates. You shot me and stuffed me in a cage, and now your friend is playing games," She shook her head. "I despair for the human race,"
"Your wrong, beast," The man growled huskily. "The lass is trespassing here, she's not with me," Kira "looked" up, her ears laid back and tail twitching in annoyance.
"Prove it," The man nodded and his finger glided over the trigger. There was a blood-chilling BANG! And the girl squealed in pain, clutching her arm. Kira watched in confusion and grim disgust as scarlet blood dripped like a little waterfall to the floor.
"Well," Kira muttered disapprovily. "I guess your point is proved," But the man was already fleeing away from the scene.

Holly gasped in pain as she clutched her arm. There were tears in her eye as she knelt down. Unlike a tracker dog's, her body was delicate and the skin thin and easy peirced. The bullet had skimmed the top of her limb, gouging a little trench to mark its path. She sucked at it, then spat out the blood. Her rucksack had been thrown towards the tracker dog's cage, right next to the bars. Holly glared at the animal warily. She crawled forward on her knees and good arm, hanging the other limply. The tracker growled warningly as she got within a few feet of the cage.
"What do you want, human?" She asked quietly.
"Look, will you stop calling me human?" the tracker shrugged.
"If i knew what to adress you by, then maybe. But at least call me me name - Kira,"
"Okay, Kira," Holly murmered. "I'll call you Kira, if you call me Holly," Kira grunted in reply.

Kira was thinking quickly as she watched Holly's nervouse hand out-stretching towards her bag. She had to get out this cage before she died of frustration.
"Okay, Holly, are you going to let me out of here or what?" Holly looked up sharply, stopping in her actions.
"Well, Kira," She snapped scornfully. "You did kinda provoke that guy to shoot me. And, i'm sorry, but it's not my fault - or my problem for that matter - that you're in there, and i don't want any more to do with this thing. Sorry, see ya, Kira, i'm going to get my arm treated to," She sniffed and snatch out at her bag. But Kira had anticapted it, guessing that she needed it. Her lighting quick-reflexes came to her aid, and her muzzle shot forward, just wedging it between the bars and grabbing bag, leaving Holly's hand to grip dust. She gasped in surprize. Kira smiled in satisfaction as it took a while for the girl to realise she'd been out-smarted by a canine.
"Give, me, the bag. Now," She said through gritted teeth. "I need it, Kira,"
"And i need to get out of here," Kira replied, resting her jaws on the bag and yawning widely.
"Ki-ra!" Holly cried in desperation.
"Holl-y!" Kira cried quietly back, immitating the girl's high-pitched voice.
"Look, my arm hurts,"
"Your point isn't exacting getting through to me," Kira said bluntly with a smirk.
"Alright, you win, tracker," Holly clambered round the other side of the cage and examined the lock.
"It's only a few bolts," She said, undoing them. The door swung open. Kira leapt out, her legs stiff. She limped around, getting her three working legs back to a better order. She had Holly's back in her jaws.
"Urr, bag please?" She reminded the happy hound.
"Meh," Kira grumbled and dropped the bag. There was along pause before Kira suddenly stopped and pricked her ears.
"What is it?" Holly asked.
"It's them - the rest of the team. I can hear the helicopters coming - they're close!"
"You mean we're - i mean you're safe?" Holly asked, dropping her gaze.
"What do you mean about just me being safe?" Kira turned her head, "gazing" at the girl.
"I'm not a tracker dog or a trainer of anyone who works with you, am i? So why would they help me?" Kira sighed.
"Honestly Holly, you're injured. Even if you weren't, we'd get you to safety. Oh, and you know..." She trailed off for a while. "They're looking for young people to train to work with us. You never know, they might interview you," She growled, smiling a little.
"You think i can work with you and other trackers?!" Cried Holly, her big, intelligent eyes brightening. The helicopters were just coming into sight over the nearest peaks.
"We see, dear friend, we'll see..."

While being stuck between 3 good forms, I ended up going for this one. I remember Bluestar even drawing a very nice piece of art to go with the form, but I never saw it added. Atleast I got to see it. Anyway, congrats.

[-Obsidian]

Prepare yourself Nex...for the hug of death

Thanks so much, i'm litruely dancing :D *dance, dance dance* Thanks again, it's just made my day!!!

Oh, and well done too those other two forms who almost got her!

[DoctorDraca]

This is why I need my partial exoskeleton back. To endure all these hugs. ;^;
Darn human body.

I'm glad you're happy, though. (:

[Roonie-Roe]

Congrats Bluestar! ^^