East | Female | 4 Years, 6 Months | Beauceron | Darkblood Subordinate
Location: Headquarters
Mentions: Jahla, North

Though it hurt her, she wasn't surprised in the least that North hadn't told anyone about her. She had taken on a dangerous mission to go find their parents and had lost her tail in the process. But this dog seemed nice enough, and also seemed to understand that she wasn't a threat. The last thing she needed was to fight. She was more a hunter than a fighter, and it had taken her long enough to get over the idea of killing defenseless animals for food. Perhaps she was a bit strange to be North's sister.

As Jahla spoke, she nodded politely as a way of saying she understood what she was hearing. “Nice to meet you,” she said as the Groenendael turned to walk away. East picked up her loon and did her best to walk in a straight line with it though she most likely looked drunk from the fact she was carrying it by its neck and thus had more weight on one side.

The deeper in they got, the stronger the scent of dog, and she even saw a few staring at them, particularly her with her nub of a tail. But then she saw him, her brother. She dropped her bird and wagged her barely existent tail, barking, “North!” but not moving any closer. He could be a little snappy sometimes, so she wanted to see how he reacted to her enthusiastic greeting first.



Loon | Male | 4 Years | Great Dane | Loner
Location: Streets
Mentions: Evergreen, Ross

“My, miss, we're all a bit strange. It has nothing to do with that. It's dangerous to be out here because of the dog pack that roams around. They train hard to be fierce, but if they're facing two dogs, it becomes much harder for them to win. I wouldn't want to see you have to get into a fight with them if you don't have to. Let me travel with you; my size alone will scare off most,” he said, trying to sound as eloquent as possible to keep her calmer side instead of causing her aggression to flare up again. Perhaps she was bipolar, or schizophrenic, or, hell, both.

A scent caught on the breeze blew past, and he barked lowly, “Be cool. There's another dog nearby, they might approach.” Loon decided not to look at the dog, allowing whoever it was to believe they hadn't been discovered just yet. It was unfortunate that the winds here seemed to change direction so suddenly all the time. It made it difficult to hide.

ROMAN | MALE | 4 YEARS | TAMASKAN
Mentions: Kade , Checkers and Sobaka (Scents them from afar)

He pivoted around, his bulky form nearly colliding with her more slender form as she strode after him. In an attempt to avoid an awkward entanglement with the doberman, he shuffled backwards, tossing his head back but unintentionally finding his nose brush against hers as he did so. The mention of Kade hearing voices in her head made his mouth tighten into a thin line, his expression growing grim. Though she didn't share exactly what it was she heard, he was quick to assume the worst. His brother used to hear dark voices in his head, and Roman secretly believed that was truly the reason why he had ended up abandoning them. There were occasions where he heard an eerie snarl at the back of his mind too; voices lilted with venomous intentions, fuelling his desire for chaos and carnage. He didn't want to end up like his brother; and he surely didn't want Kade to turn out so dark-hearted either.

"Anything I should be concerned about?" He rumbled, looking down at her with careful amber eyes. The silence that followed suggested she wasn't feeling the need to divulge with him, but nonetheless he acted nonchalant about it and continued on his way, making sure Kade remained close. His paws took him to a maze of fallen maple and sequoia trees, their trunks thick and hollow, more than large enough for two dogs to comfortably fit in. He immediately lay down and tested out their new potential bed, turning around a few times to get comfortable. "This should be okay, at least for a single night," He growled softly, before suddenly stopping in his tracks. The woods around them were silent, but a distant scent made him prick his ears and become overwhelmed with nostalgia. It was.. familiar, but somehow very, very distant and unknown to him. Another smell accompanied it, undeniably dog.

NORTH | MALE | 4 YEARS 6 MONTHS | BEAUCERON
Mentions: East, Jahla, Vera, Ronan, Aviur

Muscles rippled beneath the large dog's skin as he paced irritably from left to right, his tail raised sharply behind him. He ignored the possibility of the trespasser being a canine he was familiar with; the strange feelings that greeted him as he picked up traces of the scent must just be in his head. Confident that his dogs would handle the unwelcomed guest accordingly, he swept on, "As I was saying. Jahla, Ronan, Aviur.. Ah," He suddenly tilted his head, at a loss for words, "Whats her name? The female I haven't seen much work done from in a while. Ve.. Vera? She can make herself useful and go as well. Anyone else who believes they'll have some damn success out there, join them. I don't want to be waitin-" The beauceron allowed a growl to rip from his throat as he was interrupted from his speech, the sound of claws clicking on the floor distracting him. "What now?" He snapped as he turned to face the dogs, barely registering the familiarity of the voice that spoke to him until his golden brown eyes finally landed on her.

Looking at East was like looking into a mirror, their differences there but very subtle. Though it had only been years, their separation had felt like years; North shared a bond with his sister that he was unlikely to share with any other dog he'd come to meet. He gave himself a shake, his paws seemingly planted into the floor. "East?" He finally breathed the name out, his tail finally wagging behind him. "East!" He barked in a playful manner, his ears propping forward like an excited pup. He jumped forward to meet his sister, jumping around her and giving her affectionate little nudges. As he padded around her, he realized something wasn't quite right. The kindness melted from his gaze and his face twisted sharply, a deep growl rumbling in the depths of his chest, "What in the hell happened to you?" He snapped, glancing past her to where her tail was supposed to be. Whoever caused this sort of damage to her would have to pay.

JAHLA | FEMALE | 4 YEARS | GROENENDAEL
Mentions: North, East, Demetri

She acknowledged the alpha's reaction with a formal dip of her head, quickly dismissing herself from view so North could be reunited with his sister. Retreating to the side of the quarters, she slowed her gait down as she slid past Demetri, turning herself around so she could silently sit down next to him. She remained silent as she watched their exchanges, her tail curled carefully around her paws in a cat-like fashion, "Who would've figured?" She said under her breath, her three honey-coloured eyes glancing in the Russian terrier's direction, "They look a like, but they certainly act nothing a like. Well.." Her tone shifted as she watched her foul-tempered alpha suddenly transform into a giant puppy, jumping around East in a manner she'd never, ever seen him do before. Most of the dogs in the room shared her shock, "I take that back," She finished.

East | Female | 4 Years, 6 Months | Beauceron
Mentions: North, other pack dogs

North acting like a giant puppy only sent her into her own fit of jumping and playful yips. It had been so long in dog time, and at times, she had wondered if she would ever see her dear brother again. But of course, East was the optimist of the two, so she tended to believe that yes, they would meet again. And here they were. Happiness swelled in her heart at the sight of a brother that she knew could be cruel and ruthless, but had such a huge soft spot for her. East liked to believe he had to have that nature in order to survive in this world, especially since she didn't.

Her name on his tongue made her bark, “North! North!” in the most excited way she was capable of. She returned his nudges, bumping his shoulder with hers, giving him a quick lick on his muzzle, but then he noticed her tail. Or what was left of it. She lowered her head and her ears drooped a bit.

“The radiation got to me,” she said quietly. “I was lucky. It started it my tail, and Dad was able to chew through it to keep it from getting any farther into my body. I know it's pretty ugly now, but I probably would have died if it weren't removed. Don't be mad at Dad for it.”

East wagged the tiny, chewed up nub. “It still moves a little. See?” She moved to nuzzle under his chin like she used to when she was scared. “Come on, North. Don't worry about my tail. I've got enough personality to make up for it, don't I? Besides, I want to meet the pack. They're quiet loyal from what I've seen.”