Cayenne

At seeing the puppy, Cayenne's ears flattened, the little dog reminded her of Minx. She got up, and walked around the puppy, to see what the dogs had been doing, trying to ignore the puppy, and the bristling dog protecting it. She saw a metal box, and smelled food inside it, and decided to help, just to have something to do to distract her. "Do you need any help with this? Tell me what to do and I shall try to help..."

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Misha|1 yr. 8 m.|Mudi Dog

Misha tried, she really did, but when the malamute started a slow circle around her and Gabriel, moving into the kitchen, the she-dog couldn't help but bristle and puff up a bit as she stood over her brother. The smaller Mudi dog watched the malamute with perked ears as his sister stepped over his body, eyes stuck on the malamute. Aspen slipped back in the small opening of the food storage and she heard his voice from inside. The Mudi's ears perked a little, but when Whisper stepped up, she figured the two larger dogs would have a much better chance than she.

"Just try to get a good feel on that metal door," she called softly from behind them, "It's heavy, but we managed to move it a little already."

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(sorry for being inactive, i was camping all weekend and when i got back i had to get my adoptables and artshop threads all back neat and tidy.)

Croatoan nodded slowly "Sounds good." he paused, thinking for a moment "But how do we know if the shepherd won't take our food, and the pup, and run?" he asked, gazing up at his packmate

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Lucifer shrugged, "We dont, but can she open the kennel that holds the food as well as the pup?" She asked with a tilt of her head. "She cant get far with a bag of dog food and a weak pup can she?" Once again questioning the strength of the other as she was badly wounded already. Her ears flicked forwards to listen for the sounds of kennels opening or closing but heard not a thing.

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"I guess not." The doberman replied, pushing down his doubts. The shepherd was pretty hurt from the fight, but that didn't mean she couldn't escape. "What are we going to do with her once we move?" He asked, flicking his ears at the sound of many rats pecking about

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Lucifer thought for a moment, "Either bring her into our pack or knock her out and take her to the nearest park or something far from our new location." Her ears flicking around, giving the male a choice as the two seemed a bit close. "She has great skill but Im not sure she agrees with our lifestyle."

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He nodded, thinking "Honestly I don't think letting her go would be the best idea," he started, his voice wavering "If we do, and she tells others we're keeping a pup prisoner, we could have a fight on our paws." He murmured, glancing up at the mudi, "And with just the two of us, that wouldn't be very good." He flicked an ear as a fly landed on one of his sore wounds

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Sanguine | >Gambol

Sanguine wasn't sure how long he'd been running before he reached the next clearing. He halted here, trying to make out his surroundings in the moonlight. This place almost reminded him of the park, with its winding paths and sparsely scattered trees. He could make out a couple small, distant, rocky buildings. Only, one thing was different. There were oddly shaped stones jutting out of the ground in every direction, and the air held a faint trace of death. It made him feel uneasy, but, at least he couldn't pick up any trace of dog. Wait, could he?

He inhaled again, concentrating harder. There was someone else here, but behind him. He swung around and glared into the woods. Could those maddened barn dogs really have chased him all the way out here? "Who's there?" he challenged.

((If you couldn't tell, we're at at a graveyard xD And I know Gambol wasn't with the barn dogs, but that's what Sanguine's assuming))

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Lucifer nodded, "Well, we arent exactly keeping her prisoner are we? She stole food so she's making up for it." She chuckled before nodding regaining her serious composure. "So can you watch them while I scout for places to stay? We may need to leave a bag of food here..." She said walking out and into the kennel flipping the handle open. Managing to reopen the half empty bag. Sniffing around in the rooms some bowls came into sight. Snorting out she tried multiple times to fill them but ended up just dumping food on the floor into the kennel with the pup, the one with the GSD and just on the floor in general. "Dammit." She muttered with pinned ears.

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The doberman watched, forcing himself not to snort in amusement as his partner spilled the food everywhere. "Sounds good." He nodded, sitting down beside the kennels -short sorry-

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(Plz may I have a recap?)

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Saorise | Female | Silken Windhound | 2yrs

Tracing the faint scent of Cayenne through the winding streets, the female finally found herself before the gaping darkness of a doorway. Shifting distrustfully, she made the extra effort to snuffle about the rest of the area, and eventually resigned herself to her fate. Her friend's trail led nowhere but the last place she wished to go. Saorise paused, eyes piercing into the filtered shadows within, before she stepped back, laying at the edge of the exit. Though she was not quite brave enough to go inside in her state, the malamute would have to come out sometime.

Gambol | Male | German Shorthair Pointer | 8yrs

The pointer shadowed the male quite a distance, his casual, more loping gait betraying his considerable lack of interest. Though he had no idea what possessed him to follow the pitbull, his interested was still piqued enough to keep him in motion. His pace slowed further as the dog advanced into an oddly gated area, Gambol's ears tilting back slightly in consternation. The place felt... unsafe, to say the least. Not particularly dangerous, but the air was heavy with death -- a scent he inhaled with every breath. Hackles raising, a low growl rose from his throat, abruptly cutting off as the pitbull came to a halt. Peering through the trees, he watched as his "prey" -- for lack of a better word -- scanned the area suspiciously, and gave a start himself as the dog swung around, eyes glaring in his direction. As the dog questioned his identity, Gambol shamelessly emerged, coming to a halt before he got too close for comfort.

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(*coughs* agar.io/#TA7PU *cough cough* wow I need to get that checked out)

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