The Wolf Chick wrote:(Thanks for telling me Flux ^^
MacGirl nothing has really happened, just Rocky, Cracker, Rookie and Killer have met up in an alley way.)
Rocky turned his attention away from the German Shepherd and tilted his ears forward as he saw another two dogs infront of him. He noticed they both had hot dog's hanging from their jaws and he licked his lips quickly. "I don't think I've ever saw you before but I really want that hot dog." he said slowly to the dog which appeared to be a Golden Retriever. He took a few paces forward towards the other dogs, not taking his eye off the retriever's hot dog. He seemed friendly so the Rottweiler didn't want to attack just yet but that wouldn't mean he wouldn't if he had the chance.
Scarlett opened her heavy eyes and glanced around slowly. She lifted her head and soon remembered she was under a park bench when the top of her head banged against the under side of the bench. "Great..." she muttered to herself and clambered out from underneath the bench. She sniffed the air for anything interesting but so far... nothing. She heard her stomach growl to her as it craved food and she sighed. She padded along the pavement, scenting the air occasionally as her stomach got angrier and angrier the longer it went without food.
((I won't be on today, so try not to leave me too far behind loves! ^^))
Rookie raised an eyebrow at the dog's reaction to his hot dog; indicating how hungry he must be. Standing to take a step forward, shielding the hot dog now underneath him as he cocked his head slightly.
"I'm sure we'd be willing to SHARE" Rookie explained, emphasizing the sharing as he whipped his head around to glare at Killer. He knew how stuck up the German Shepherd could be and overall was. He could tell just by how Killer hadn't joined him that he was not planning on sharing his hot dog; but Rookie had other plans. Friends and allies were more important to Rookie than a meal that could destroy a life, and Killer was going to cooperate; whether he liked it or not.
Rookie snorted at the German Shepherd before looking back to the two dogs in front of him, carefully stepping away from the hot dog. He glanced down at the hot dog, and then dropped his head to bite at the middle of the hot dog. Eventually, the hot dog was split into two pieces, and Rookie looked up at the dogs in contempt as he noticed Killer doing the same thing from the corner of his eye. Rookie licked his lips before asking,
"Sound fair enough?"~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Killer felt like shredding through the hot dog in anger as he carefully split it in half. Who was Rookie to tell him what to do all the time? This was
HIS meal, not his to share with these random mutts off the street. He snorted in frustration as the hot dog split, and he was forced to pick up the two halves, and lay them where Rookie's two halves lay. He looked up at the two dogs, hiding any emotion he may have; even though anger and distance burned through him like a hungry flame. He shook his fur off, and took a step back; knowing Rookie would want these two dogs to take their pick. He sat down, his tail tapping lightly on the cement impatiently, his mouth watering where the taste of hot dog still lingered.