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Post by manschett on Jan 29, 2007 20:02:26 GMT -5
Dossingër sat up, his joints stiff, stretching. He'd only been able to dig a shallow bowl to rest in before reaching the permafrost underneath, and hadn't felt comfortable enough to seek out one of the full dens shared by the majority of the pack.
After a brief but fruitless attempt to yet again get off the harness, he gave up, standing and sniffing about. He really should get to know someone, he'd met the alpha yesterday, but that had been a brief meeting, and it wouldn't help to only know one rather busy member of the pack.
Scratching his ears, the large dog lumbered off in the direction he thought he'd seen a clearing earlier. Perhaps a healthier dog could've smelled the direction of others, but Doss had never been very good in the nose.
A crunching sound caused him to whirl around, sniffing wildly, eyes searching for the source of the noise.
"Who's there?" He asked, hackles raising slightly.
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Post by shunketsunoroden on Jan 30, 2007 7:11:10 GMT -5
((I hope you don't mind if I join in!^^))
Whisper's ears were flat against her head, her eyes wides and her tail tight between her legs. She'd been standing here for only a moment now, and this dog had already spotted her. He was large, she could see that, and from the look he shot in her direction, she wasn't sure if he was friendly or not. She'd almost considered turning around and leaving him alone, but then he'd heard her, and she'd blown her cover.
The tiny dog had always been afraid of strangers, but deep down inside she knew this was silly. She was a part of this pack now, she had no reason to fear other members. A pack was like a family, why fear a member of your family? Still, she held back for a minute before taking a shaky step forward, leaving the bushes that had sheltered her. She gave the other dog a very nervous smile, her black and white fur looking rather messy from her hiding in the bushes.
"H-hello," she greeted, her paws trembling, "I'm W-whisper...wha-what's your n-name?"
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Post by manschett on Jan 31, 2007 20:31:46 GMT -5
((Sorry it took a while to reply.))
Doss relaxed slightly, his hackles lowering, but his ears remaining upright, interested.
"Doss. Dossingër Callow." His eyes swept over Whisper briefly. She appeared to be part of the pack, so it wouldn't hurt to get to know her.
"I arrived here yesterday. When did you come to this place? And why were you watching me?" He attempted to strike a friendlier tone with this. It wouldn't do to scare off a potential friend.
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Post by shunketsunoroden on Feb 1, 2007 7:19:41 GMT -5
[I'll reply tonight when I get home from school, I'm super busy right now!^^::]
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Post by shunketsunoroden on Feb 6, 2007 6:43:39 GMT -5
"Doss. Dossingër Callow."
Dossinger? That was quite an interesting name, but at least it wasn't bad. Whisper had seen quite a few wolves in her time with names like "Darkkill" and BloodredMurder", she didn't want to come upon them again. She preferred the more peaceful wolves, not the ones that wanted to bite her head off. No, she'd rather avoid them, but this one didn't seem bad at all.
"I arrived here yesterday. When did you come to this place? And why were you watching me?"
Whisper gave a slightly surprised step back. Watching him? She'd only been standing there for a second, was that considered a threatening watch? She'd have to be more careful...He didn't sounds too angry though, in fact, he sounded a bit friendly. She relaxed a little.
"I'm sorry if I startled you," her voice was wuiet but sincere, "I'm new to Synl, and I really don't have many friends..."
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Post by manschett on Feb 10, 2007 23:45:40 GMT -5
Now, now there was no need to be so nervous. After all, it was a small dog, harmlessly watching him. He'd been out in the wild too long, that was all...right?
He'd deal with those thoughts later.
"I'm new to Synl, and I really don't have many friends..."
He grunted, accepting her apology, and his ears lowered to a usual position.
"I guess we're in the same boat then. Do you know where the others are? We should probably make contact..." He struggled, recalling the dog's name. "...Whisper. I think they're west of here."
Assuming a slightly apologetic tone, he added "I'm afraid I'm not the best at smelling things. Childhood accident."
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