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F O X P A W
( ♀ ) - ( Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever ) - ( Medicine Dog Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 8 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Inkfeather ) - ( Demisexual ) - ( No Romance ) - ( Tags: Froststar, Reedpaw, Wildpaw )
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A sigh of relief escaped her and she smiled sheepishly at Reedpaw. "Thanks." As she turned to look at the other injured patrol dog, a moral compass clashed in Foxpaw with her nervousness. On reluctant paws, she edged a bit closer. "Let me take a look at your shoulder, Wildpaw." Although her sentence was a statement, her voice was unsure and concerned enough to sound like a hesitant request. Scanning Wildpaw's body language, she sensed no immediate aggression and quickly dashed to her. She sniffed at the area in question on her shoulder intently. A patch of her thick, wispy black fur had been torn away, and not cleanly; a little bit of skin had been torn with it. However, it didn't look serious at all, from what she could tell, lacking any significant bleeding or artery damage. It would be fine with some - "I said I'm fine. It's just a surface wound." The finality of Wildpaw's voice and the manner in which she pulled back from Foxpaw startled her and she hurriedly stepped back as well. A small twinge of frustration shot through her, though it wasn't nearly enough to overwhelm her fear. I don't even feel like it's safe to offer to help her. She's so unpredictable. When the massive Wildpaw's eyes landed on her once again, Foxpaw felt a rush of adrenaline and quickly looked away, not wanting to give her any reason to strike her again. Her fear lessened, just a bit, when Wildpaw said: "And thanks, Foxpaw. For, um...checking my shoulder, and stuff." Foxpaw saw right through her words. Thank you for not telling them. Reluctantly, she brought her eye level back to Wildpaw's and nodded, a small, knowing smile on her muzzle.
F O X P A W
( ♀ ) - ( Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever ) - ( Medicine Dog Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 8 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Inkfeather ) - ( Demisexual ) - ( No Romance ) - ( Tags: Froststar, Reedpaw, Wildpaw )
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A sigh of relief escaped her and she smiled sheepishly at Reedpaw. "Thanks." As she turned to look at the other injured patrol dog, a moral compass clashed in Foxpaw with her nervousness. On reluctant paws, she edged a bit closer. "Let me take a look at your shoulder, Wildpaw." Although her sentence was a statement, her voice was unsure and concerned enough to sound like a hesitant request. Scanning Wildpaw's body language, she sensed no immediate aggression and quickly dashed to her. She sniffed at the area in question on her shoulder intently. A patch of her thick, wispy black fur had been torn away, and not cleanly; a little bit of skin had been torn with it. However, it didn't look serious at all, from what she could tell, lacking any significant bleeding or artery damage. It would be fine with some - "I said I'm fine. It's just a surface wound." The finality of Wildpaw's voice and the manner in which she pulled back from Foxpaw startled her and she hurriedly stepped back as well. A small twinge of frustration shot through her, though it wasn't nearly enough to overwhelm her fear. I don't even feel like it's safe to offer to help her. She's so unpredictable. When the massive Wildpaw's eyes landed on her once again, Foxpaw felt a rush of adrenaline and quickly looked away, not wanting to give her any reason to strike her again. Her fear lessened, just a bit, when Wildpaw said: "And thanks, Foxpaw. For, um...checking my shoulder, and stuff." Foxpaw saw right through her words. Thank you for not telling them. Reluctantly, she brought her eye level back to Wildpaw's and nodded, a small, knowing smile on her muzzle.
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W I L D P A W
( ♀ ) - ( Rottweiler/Newfoundland mix ) - ( Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 7 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Froststar ) - ( Bisexual ) - ( No Romance ) - ( Tags: Froststar, Reedpaw, Foxpaw )
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The ache in her heart worsened at the obvious worry Foxpaw felt over her injury. Then, it transitioned to growing anxiety as Reedpaw approached her. "Y-yeah," she replied to him, correcting her posture. Her discomfort grew immensely as Foxpaw approached, inspecting her shoulder. "I said I'm fine. It's just a surface wound," she said, almost forcibly, as she pulled away. What she said wasn't a lie, but she couldn't help but believe she had reacted too strongly when she noticed how quickly Foxpaw backed off, a nervous energy in her movements. For the...second, maybe third time of the day - she was losing count - Wildpaw felt like the terribly awkward center of attention. It was time to lighten things up with some optimism. Although her gaze was, for whatever reason, intently focused on the big paw that she was dragging through the soil, she managed to yip, "You know, I still think I was right: The coyote problem is less severe now. And it'll be even better because of our work." The apology rose in her throat as she forced herself to raise her head and regard Foxpaw, who almost instantly averted her gaze. Wildpaw swallowed it and instead said, "And thanks, Foxpaw. For, um...checking my shoulder, and stuff." She felt a smile of genuine warmth creep across her own face as Foxpaw peeked up at her and nodded, knowingly.
W I L D P A W
( ♀ ) - ( Rottweiler/Newfoundland mix ) - ( Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 7 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Froststar ) - ( Bisexual ) - ( No Romance ) - ( Tags: Froststar, Reedpaw, Foxpaw )
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The ache in her heart worsened at the obvious worry Foxpaw felt over her injury. Then, it transitioned to growing anxiety as Reedpaw approached her. "Y-yeah," she replied to him, correcting her posture. Her discomfort grew immensely as Foxpaw approached, inspecting her shoulder. "I said I'm fine. It's just a surface wound," she said, almost forcibly, as she pulled away. What she said wasn't a lie, but she couldn't help but believe she had reacted too strongly when she noticed how quickly Foxpaw backed off, a nervous energy in her movements. For the...second, maybe third time of the day - she was losing count - Wildpaw felt like the terribly awkward center of attention. It was time to lighten things up with some optimism. Although her gaze was, for whatever reason, intently focused on the big paw that she was dragging through the soil, she managed to yip, "You know, I still think I was right: The coyote problem is less severe now. And it'll be even better because of our work." The apology rose in her throat as she forced herself to raise her head and regard Foxpaw, who almost instantly averted her gaze. Wildpaw swallowed it and instead said, "And thanks, Foxpaw. For, um...checking my shoulder, and stuff." She felt a smile of genuine warmth creep across her own face as Foxpaw peeked up at her and nodded, knowingly.