((I'm going to give Tanuki the chance to reply with Richie before writing Aria's post. Just so you know I'm not skipping over you Ser Isles. :P))

Syndus | Male | 2 Years Old | Longhaired Whippet | West End Prowlers Spy
Mentions: Sayuri

The Whippet kept under cover of shadowy buildings and slipped down empty alleyways as he stealthily crept out of Pack territory. His pace increased as he neared the border, but he made certain to remain aware of the possible presence of other canines. He wouldn't be a very good spy if he got caught now. Syndus took a shortcut through a junkyard and relief washed over him as he raced toward West End Prowler land. A bundle of white fur and the distinctive scent of another dog abruptly assaulted his senses and the thin hound came skidding to a halt just in time to avoid tumbling over the little Maltese that had crossed his path. Brown eyes narrowed and he glared down at the smaller dog, lip curling slightly before a more neutral expression replaced the sneer. This could be a Pack dog, but her size made her less of an immediate threat. Time to move on. "Pardon me miss," he finally muttered curtly before padding passed her.

((I hope this was alright *Dreaming-Paradise*? You weren't very specific so I just made something up.))

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Kiya | Female | 4 Years Old | Belgian Malinois | Pack Advisor
Mentions: Ido

Just as Kiya was turning from the border to head back to camp with one last disdainful sniff the sound of a body hitting something solid had her head snapping to where Ido had stood only moments before. Eyes narrowing, she stalked toward the corner and the scent of a stranger confirmed her suspicions that there was another canine within close proximity. West End Prowler scent lingered in the air, but it didn't smell strong enough to signify the newcomer was one of them. Kiya would not let that get her guard down. "Show yourself," she commanded, a low growl rumbling in her throat as she spoke. "Don't try to run. If you do and I catch you, which I can assure you one way or another I would, the results would not be good for you. It's best you explain yourself here and now."

CAPONE | Male | 5 Years | German Shepherd x Beauceron | Pack Underboss
Mentions: Open for Interaction

Striding through the trash-filled alleyway along the edge of rival territory, Capone wasn't particularly concerned with treading over enemy lines; he was on the look out for anyone who dared pass into their territory. He could faintly detect Kiya patrolling along the border, and perhaps a few other pack members who decided to perform their own solo patrols unauthorized, but for the most part things were fairly silent. Remaining alert, his paws began to lead him in the direction of the tantalizing scent that could only mean fresh meat, specifically cat. He was well aware of how the West End Prowlers liked to use cats to spy and infiltrate his pack members- so he certainly had no quarrel with killing any feline that strolled into their part of town. Tony would enjoy the meal as well, he figured. He'd catch one and head back to headquarters to report back to the Boss.

VENDETTA | Female | 3 Years | Doberman Pinscher | West End Prowlers Capo
Mentions: Open for Interaction

Golden eyes peered through the cover of shadow, surveying the neighbouring territory with a careful stare. It was the same thing, day in and day out; she'd either head out solo or bring along some of the pack spies to observe their rivals from a far. Vendetta was no foolish dog; things had remained calm enough recently to not dare conduct a mission through rival territory on her own, but she knew Tony and his pack well enough to know it was beneficial to keep an eye on them every so often. She recognized the jet-black form of Capone, The Pack's Underboss, striding through his lands with narrowed eyes and pricked ears. He was on the lookout; yet failed to detect the Doberman's form melted away into the darkness. She had to smirk to herself, perhaps a partially arrogant display. Not even an experienced dog could pick up her trace! Stretching out her limbs and shaking out the feeling of drowsiness, she stepped out onto the asphalt, revealing herself to prying eyes but remaining on her side of the border.

(No problem! As a general rule I usually like to wait for all the people my character is interacting with to reply before responding again. Also, just gonna apologize for my posts being a bit shorter than everyone else. Battling with writer's block lately. It's quite frustrating.)

Aria | Female | 3 Years Old | Beauceron | Neutral Associate
Mentions: Richie, Frankie

"Forgive me if I don't quite believe you," Aria replied a bit dryly as Richie claimed he wouldn't mar her, thus far anyway, unblemished face. She braced herself as the large brute made several attempts at clambering over the wall, lean body tensing every time he reached the top only to slide back down to the ground on the opposite side. "Do you make a habit of chasing every neutral that wanders your borders? Not very polite. What if I had wanted to join you?" That was a false statement naturally, but now that the adrenaline that had previously rushed through her veins had time to cool off a feeling of outrage at being hunted down like a rat had anger clipping her tone and her lips pulling back over sharp white teeth as a small, defiant growl escaped her maw.

"Ey, Trix! Over 'ere!"

She nearly jumped when a voice came from behind her and and spun around to spot a white Doberman yanking at the fencing. Her eyes widened slightly as he lifted the mesh partially off the ground, glancing between the newcomer and Richie in uncertainty. The Mastiff landing on the her side of the wall finally made her decision for her and she hurtled toward the hole. scrabbling underneath and squeezing out beside Frankie on the other side, tufts of blue-gray mottled fur caught on the bottom of the fence.

Kiya | Female | 4 Years Old | Belgian Malinois | Pack Advisor
Location:
Mentions: Ido

Kiya's eyes narrowed suspiciously as the Saluki presented herself as commanded, her excuse one the Malinois had heard a thousand times over from any dog who set their paw on the wrong side of the border. 'Is that so?" She asked dryly as the slimmer female slipped past to her other side. "I don't sense any human scent on you." Her somber expression did little to quell Kiya's paranoia, but she allowed Ido to pass by unharmed. "This is Pack territory. Remember that next time you're off gallivanting through the city. Unless you intend to join us I better not see you here again without an invitation," she growled with a slight snap of her teeth to get her point across.

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Aria | Female | 3 Years Old | Beauceron | Neutral Associate
Mentions: Richie, Frankie

She hesitated at the mention of Tony, the fur along her spine bristling a bit. Frankie's offer seemed genuine enough and she was more than grateful for the Doberman's help, but it would seem avoiding mingling with either pack wasn't an option anymore. "You don't need to tell me twice," she murmured when he mentioned high-tailing it out of there, quickly moving to follow him out of the alleyway. "I'm...yes, I'd appreciate that," she concluded, accepting the offer of a safe place to stay for a few days. "I'm Aria," she added with an amused huff. "And you're...Frankie right?"