Natasha | Female | 2 yrs. 8 m. | Belgian Malinois Mix | General
Location: The Lake ---Mentions: Monolith
With her paws crossed in front of her, the Belgian Malinois mix gazed evenly at the sky, her brows furrowed. Deep in thought, Natasha's ears twitched as an automatic response as thunder rumbled in the near distance. It took the sky another deep grumble before the dog actually heard the noise and sat up, her rump still on the ground. Her amber-brown eyes blinked and she finally settled them on the approaching clouds. They'd been here for three days, and this was something new. The General glanced over the platoon dogs around her, and then at the lake towards her left. That water was safe... but would this rain be?

It seemed that their Chief was having the same thoughts. The larger female approached Natasha with an even gait, and when their eyes met, the younger female thumped her tail along the ground twice in a greeting. "Those clouds don't look so good," she said lowly, an ear folding back as she glanced around to see who was in hearing distance. Luckily, not many. Natasha had picked a place under one of the sparse trees that edged around the lake, and taken up her space there. "What're you thinking?" she asked her leader, head cocked an inch to the side. Natasha had already decided that it would be best to move the platoon; now, she just had to wait and see what Monolith was thinking. If they agreed, things would be simple. Pack up and move out. They could do that much. In fact, that was what Natasha preferred to be doing: moving. At least then they were covering ground and finding new things. They needed to find a place good enough for a densite. They needed a safe place for the dogs under their command, and soon, or they'd start losing dogs.

With that thought in her mind, Natasha set her shoulders and swallowed thickly. Settling her gaze on the long-furred dog before her, the female waited for her response.

Leo | Male | 4 Years Old | Catahoula Cur Mix | Loner | Infected - Carrier
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Location: Near Lake | Mentions: Everyone (Indirectly)

Pale blue eyes scanned the temporary camp from a safe distance with mild interest. Leo wasn't sure he'd ever seen such a large gathering of dogs before and he had a feeling these guys must be new or else they wouldn't be loitering around in the open. He watched them for a moment longer before turning his back on the group as the large female who seemed to be in charge began lumbering toward one of her comrades. It would be best to remain unseen by the strangers for now, but he would certainly be keeping a lookout for them. Nothing exciting ever happened on the ruined Earth. How could he not be intrigued?

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Ashelia | Female | 3 Years Old | Borzoi x Smooth Collie Mix | Platoon Dog | Militia | Non-Infected
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Location: Near Lake | Mentions: Conrad

The harlequin female jumped as a booming noise sounded around her, soon followed by a streak of yellow light cutting through the dark sky above. An odd and somewhat frightening sight, though neither occurrence had harmed the lone canine just yet. She had wandered away from the platoon momentarily while they were traveling to the lake and paid for it considering she had been left behind. Ashelia's head and tail drooped slightly. Would she be punished for breaking form and getting lost? The platoon's scents were growing stronger and her worry for the possible consequences of her curiosity washed away at the prospect of finding the others. She sprinted forward and before long one of the medics came into sight and she breathed a sigh of relief. She approached Conrad at a slower pace, dipping her head respectfully. "Greetings Conrad. Is the platoon close by?"

((I'm sorry these intros are kind of...not great. Intros are not my strong suit.))

Lilassy|Female|3.7 Years|Eastern Timber Wolf- Black|Location: Plains|Mentions: None- Open for Interaction
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The dark clouds slowly advanced on the mountain, growing ever darker and intimidating. Thunder boomed across the land, and lighting strikes could be seen. The anticipation of what the storm would do was nearly overwhelming.
Then, boom! Thunder seemed to shake the land, as fat, heavy rain started to fall. It was light for the moment, but the wind was picking up.
On the plains, the ear tips and fur of something black could be spotted by any dog in the makeshift camp. Lilassy was wandering, searching for food. She hoped to catch something before the rain hit. The wolf was starving- prey had been scarce lately. Her fur hung from her thin limbs. The last thing she ate was a measly hare a few nights before. As she walked, her scarf would sometimes get caught in a stray tan/gray plant. She would have to stop and untangle her possession, mumbling curses under her breath. This happened again, but a scent entered her nose. Deer. Lilassy thought, pausing. Her ears perked more, and she popped her head up from the tall grass. Not too far from her, a doe limped along. Lilassy's heart skipped a beat, and light returned to her eyes. Finally, food! The wolf thought, dropping to a crouch and starting to stalk the doe. She inched forward, barely making a noise. As the rain started to fall, Lilassy took action. She exploded from her stalk, sprinting at the doe as it attempted to bound away, startled. Both the doe and Lilassy could be seen, the occasional black tail and head popping up from the dying grass. Lilassy, being the faster of the two, quickly caught up to the doe. She ran along the side of the doe, before leaping to bite her neck. Lilassy's weight brought down the deer, and they both collapsed. Lilassy held onto the deer, waiting for it to still. After killing the deer, Lilassy got to her paws, breathing heavily to catch her breath. Her ears stayed perked, body tense, alert for anyone or anything that might steal her meal.

Arkin|Male|1.2 Years|American lab-Rottweiler Mix|Location: Camp|Mentions: Lilassy, Platoon
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Arkin was lying in camp, feeling lazy. He popped his head up, however, when he spotted Lilassy. Arkin stood, turning to the rest of the dogs and barking. "Hey! I saw something!" He said, his ears perked and tail raised. He glanced back, watching the wolf bring down the doe. "I-It looks like a dog! It brought down a deer." His excitement dropped a bit as he waited for an answer.

Etus | Male | 1 year, 2 months | Golden Retriever/Husky Mix | Trainee(Chief) | Location: Near Camp/In Camp | Mentions: Arkin, Lilassy(Indirectly)

The young pup had been lying down, a bit away from the lake, trying not to think about their situation. Sure, they were stranded on a planet where they knew nothing at all about it, and it was going to storm, but at least they had Etus. Yes, Etus would make sure everyone was safe and be the hero that they needed. Of course they already had him, but he hadn't been put up to much work so far. A small smirk found its way onto his face, and he puffed out his shoulders a bit, showing just how amazing and proud of himself he was. A sudden crash of thunder made him jump slightly, but hopefully, it wasn't too noticeable. Clearing his throat, he went back to observing.

Blue eyes scanned the horizon and forest surrounding them, and was surprised to see movement. Sitting up in surprise, excitement tingling in his chest, he watched in anticipation, waiting for the movement to stop. As soon as it did he sprang up, leaping into camp, only to be seconds behind Arkin in speaking about the figure. "Yeah! I saw it too! We should go investigate, and see exactly what it is!" He exclaimed, bouncing on his paws. While he hadn't seen that it was, in fact, the form of a dog, he saw enough to know that they should go look at it. And who would challenge his judgement of going? Obviously no one would, seeing as he was such an amazing dog, they would all have to agree with him.

Vertin | Genderless(Biologically Female) | 4 years, 7 months | Great Dane-Saint Bernard Mutt Mix | Location: Forest, away from Platoon | Mentions: Platoon(Indirectly)

A small cackle was heard from the large mutt, and upon appearance, many would be slightly intimidated. Their face was curled in a crooked grin, both eyes aggressively searching the forest around them. Relying more on scent and hearing than sight, the creature crouched down, waiting for food to come by. It would end up being a while, they knew that, but however long it would take, they would wait, until at last they'd catch a filling meal. While they might get pretty cold, they didn't care. The large dens were too difficult for them to force their way into, and nothing really beat lying under a bush, waiting.

Letting out a small growl, they suddenly leaped up, scaring away all chances of a meal away. They just couldn't stand waiting for the food to come to them, instead of them coming to the food. Vertin should be drowning in food and be in a warm palace, being regarded as a god, not lingering about in the creepy old forest, hungry. Their stomach growled to emphasize the point, when an idea popped in their head. What if they hunted down the food that had arrived a little while ago? Or was it a long time ago? They couldn't seem to remember, but they also couldn't seem to care. If they could feed on those small, pitiful beings, then they would become the lord of the forest, hell, why not the whole world?

By now their laughter was so great, they almost couldn't breathe. Aburptly stopping their laughter, all of their ears pricked, and the sinister smile was back. Yes, they would do that, but for now, they needed to hunt. They needed to hunt to keep up their strength so they could overpower the weaklings. Narrowing their eyes, Vertin slowly slinked through the underbrush, their single blue eye seemingly glowing in the darkness.

Lilassy|Female|3.7 Years|Eastern Timber Wolf- Black|Location: Plains/Woods|Mentions: None- Open for Interaction
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Lilassy grunted, starting to drag her deer toward a part of the woods behind the camp, closer to the mountain. He had to stop every now and then to catch her breath or fix her scarf. Either way, the journey was very tiring. By the time she left the grassy field and entered the woods, she was even more tired and worn out than before. Lilassy sat, panting. She kept her ears perked, watching and listening for anything that could be close by. There were no birds singing, and not a mouse or squirrel stirred. The forest was eerily quiet- as usual when it came to storms. It wasn't as if the rain was deadly- oh, it wasn't. But storms like this could last for days, causing widespread flooding. Lilassy, along with most every other land creature in the area, was worried. The she-wolf would need to get to high ground fast, or she might face being caught in the flood. Once the female caught her breath, she dove into the deer, tearing at the meat, trying to eat it as fast as possible. She did not want anyone to steal her food, for it could feed her for many days.

Arkin|Male|1.2 Years|American lab-Rottweiler Mix|Location: Lake|Mentions: Etus, Monolith
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Arkin, sensing that Etus had noticed the movement on the plains, ran with him to Monolith. On hearing her response, however, Arkin's excitement was drained, and his ears drooped. "Oh..." He said, a bit sad. "Well, I wouldn't think that life could live here if the rain was acidic, d-don't you think?" He dared to ask, looking up at the huge female. His tail had dropped, also. It hung limply between his legs. He looked mostly relaxed, but it was obvious he was a little embarrassed for getting excited over what was now nothing.

Ashelia | Female | 3 Years Old | Borzoi x Smooth Collie Mix | Platoon Dog | Militia | Non-Infected
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Location: Near Lake | Mentions: Conrad, Monolith

Conrad's initial serious expression had her pelt nearly bristling with unease, and she momentarily averted her gaze before forcing herself to return it just as a small smile pulled at the edges of his mouth. "It is good to see you in fine condition as well. Did the platoon make it here safely? Is Monolith alright?" She found herself automatically asking after their giant of a leader. If any dog must survive it was her. She was the chief. The one the humans had chosen to see them through this mission. What would they do without her?

Ashelia was quick to follow the Shepherd mix in the direction of the lake once he left his former perch. As the shape of more dogs came into view her long-furred tail began to wag in short, joyful bursts. Only three days away from the platoon had felt like forever to the young female. As they grew closer the shapes became familiar and she was pleased to see everyone else had made it. She was, apparently, the only wanderer. That would probably not work in her favor.

She winced slightly as Conrad mentioned expecting a reasonable explanation for her time away. She had none. An odd looking creature no bigger than a rat had caught her attention and Ashe had followed the strange rodent into the woodland, curious to see if it was edible. The thought of feeding her packmates had clouded her better judgement. She hadn't even managed to capture the little beast. "I am fine," she murmured softly in confirmation. "It was...a mistake."

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Leo | Male | 4 Years Old | Catahoula Cur Mix | Loner | Infected - Carrier
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Location: Woods | Mentions: Lilassy

Persistent rain drops continued to splatter onto the mutt's wide head, pale eyes glancing up at the sky briefly as his lip curled in annoyance. It was time to move on. As much as the brown and white brute wished to remain and spy on the newcomers it was dangerous to stay on low ground or near large body's of water when the storms began. He was in no hurry to stick around that lake. As he turned to pad away back into the woodlands he paused, a single paw lifted in the air. Should he warn the strangers? His gaze focused in on the gathered canines for a moment longer before he shook his head no in answer and sprinted for the trees. They would need to figure things out on their own. They would never survive here otherwise.

As he weaved between the trees in search of the nearby hills the scent of blood filled his nose and even more so the undeniable stench of wolf. It was not his best decision, but Leo prowled after the unknown female and it wasn't long before he spotted the wolf gorging herself on a freshly killed deer. He said nothing, remaining hidden in the shadows. She could not eat that whole thing by herself. Eventually the larger canine's stomach would fill and she would move on to safe territory, hopefully leaving the scraps behind for scavengers. Namely him.