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Kaolan

Kaolan was mystified at Buzzard's slight disappointment. Or whatever it was. Maybe she doesn't feel the need for a pack as strongly as I do. She appears to be less wolf than I am, so that might explain things. Heaving onto his paws with a regretful sigh, he caught up to Buzzard. Although Wicker's scent was faint, Kaolan managed to spot a couple pawprints in the thin topsoil. Tail wagging, he barked once.

"Buzzard, Wicker was kind enough to leave us some pawprints to follow." He barked in amusement and chuckled.

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(Nina is 2 years and 6 months :3)

Nina paws slowed down, her tail wagged a bit. While the boocher was being bother by crows, perhaps she could take one of those large slabs of raw meat he had. Nina crept forward, carful not to alarm or grab the chefs attention,she crept around the cawing crows who seemed to laugh at the chefs/boo hers failed attempts to whack the out of the area with his large metallic claw (boocher knife) Nina sniffed the hanging raw meat, figuring out which was the most fresh, each slab was dripping with blood, it was raw after all. After a minute longer Nina grabbed her pick and tore it off the line it was strung to and hauled the large slab of raw meat off towards Themis, she slowed down a bit, her tail wagging she looked at Themis, Nina had forgotten what it was like to be around other dogs, ever since the thing that happened to her mother and brother, it left her distrustful, but the company was nice, even if her and Themis wasn't on good terms at the moment.

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Wicker stopped walking and found himself in front of a building. It certainly wasn't in use, the walls were slightly crumbling, and near the closed doors, a large gaping hole was there.

Curiosity getting the best of him, he squeezed inside the building. It was dusty, and it smelt of all kinds of things. With a small sneeze, Wicker trotted the length of the first floor.

There were dusty tables, and chairs. Some things looked familiar when he lived with his owner for that short time, but he didn't pay much attention to it. The thought of his past made him angry.

Wicker came across a steep staircase and climbed up, the air getting even more dustier.

This place is extremely old. And it smells really musty. Wicker thought to himself, until he made it to the second floor.

The place was really intriguing, so he sniffed around, and nosed in things, and once in awhile hear a squeak of a mouse.

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Wicker crawled up on top of a counter, and bottles sat around on top of it. Some were filled with contents, some empty. There were cupboards above, and he raised his head to look inside. He opened the cupboard with his nose, and raised his legs up to look in better, and as he did so, something loud creaked and the cupboard came crashing down, Wicker along with it.

It made a loud crash, and pieces of glass were sprayed everywhere from the more glass containers inside of the cupboard.

Wicker groaned loudly, throwing the cupboard off of him. He's been such a dumb brain for a long time now, what next?

As he got up, he noticed how soaked he was. Wicker shook himself, spraying tons of crap everywhere. It smelt strong and tangy, and it made the back of his throat burn, and he coughed.

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Kaolan

Kaolan eyed the house with a critical eye. "Thing looks like it's about to die." He muttered, poking his head through the that Buzzard had gone through. He soon discovered, to his dismay, that he was simply too big to squeeze through the hole.

"Oh, how nice it is to be big and intimidating. Until you can't fit into a damn hole in the wall." Kaolan muttered, inspecting the hole. His eyes traveled to the closed doors, and his tail started wagging. Bounding over to the doors, he stood on his hind legs and attempted to twist the handle with his teeth. Leaning his weight into the door, he managed to push it open a few inches. Only to discover that the door had a chain.

"Are you kidding me?" Kaolan sputtered in disgust. Glaring, he backed up. Then he dug his large paws into the earth and shot forward, slamming into the door with enough force to make him bounce backward. Nothing happened. Kaolan tried once more, this time slamming his shoulder into the open edge of the door. With a mighty screech and crash, the chain pulled free from the wall and he was sent tumbling into the house, carried forward by the momentum of his charge. He failed to hear the crash from upstairs, which had been covered by his entry.

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Kaolan

Kaolan snorted dust out of his nose and followed Buzzard down the stairs. He halted halfway down as the smell hit him. Hackles rising, he jerkily moved down by the female.

"It's a fighting pit." Kaolan stated in a blank voice. forcing himself to move, the huge male proceeded to sniff the blood and fur on the ground. A great many dogs had fought and bled here, not as many as Kaolan's old pit, but enough to make his fur bristle.

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Wicker walked away from the cupboard, and when he set his back paw down, he growled in pain. He turned around and noticed a piece of glass in his paw pad.

Wicker rested his behind down and awkwardly took the glass out of his foot. He got back up on his feet and limped down the steep stairs.

He smelt so bad, and he constantly shook out his fur while making his way down the stairs.

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When Wicker reached the stairs, he didn't expect to see Buzzard and the other dog. Especially looking so frightened.

He looked behind him, seeing Buzzard running out of the building. What happened?

Wicker limped behind her, going at a slow pace. He kept cursing under his breath by his slow speed and the pain of walking.

As he exited the structure, Wicker sat down to lick his paw pad.

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Kaolan

Kaolan gazed around the cellar with haunted eyes before he, too, left. Only to recoil as Wicker's smell hit his nose. Snorting profusely, he glared at Wicker.

"Go take a bath, please! I don't know where you found the firedrink, and why you would roll in it, but go wash yourself!" Kaolan charged past Wicker, holding his breath, and out the way he had come. He rubbed his face against the dirt to try and forget the strong fumes. Kaolan's former owner had drunk a lot of firedrink, and behaved strangely whenever he did. He had offered Kaolan some, once, and Kaolan had never forgotten the smell or taste. It was like drinking liquid fire.

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