(yay! but what do we do now?)
Dasher
Dasher dared to poke his head out of the grass again, scanning the area for the nearest exit so he could bolt, but from the corner of his eyes he could see the child creeping much closer than his comfort zone would allow. His nose told him the human showed fear, a weakness that he could use, but then again Dasher himself also showed fear. But this human showed more fear, both physical and emotionally. His pupils were larger than ever, in the dog's way this would mean fear, and beads of sweat climbed to the child's forehead. Dasher saw a small bare hand extend towards him, with four short extensions and one shorter extension. He took one paw step forth, sniffing the hand gingerly, and then another hand reached for his head. He didn't expect to see this child rub his head, fingers entwining with his fur delicately, but Dasher just knew this could be a trap, but he also could see truth in those kind, blue eyes of the human's. He didn't know what to do, but his legs acted before his brain; they made him bolt after the other side of the field, fur brushing against pines as he darted through the trees, but a longing in his heart for more affection from the human child. He wished he'd stayed, just a bit longer, but he could have been taken away without warning if that happened.