Blackbeard | Male | Giant Schnauzer | 8 Years
Mention(s): Everyone

↞ { Alistair } ↠
Male • 5 Years Old • Borzoi
Mentions: Everyone

Alistair's intense gaze remained locked on Dutch as he spun quite the tale, brightening with interest as he spoke of seeing living, breathing humans heading to a fixed destination. It was promising, and this might explain why he hadn't found any lingering within the city or even the surrounding wilderness outside the metropolis' walls. Still, he could feel an inkling of doubt cautioning him against putting too much faith in the words of a stranger. He would make this journey with the expectation of failure to avoid setting his hopes too high. "What condition were they in?" He spoke at last, his skepticism clear. "How did they respond to seeing you? Were they healthy? It seems odd they would travel alone, did you notice anything off about them?"

He wanted every detail Dutch could give, but he knew regardless of the answer he would follow him. There was no turning back now that he was here. So much was at stake, he wouldn't be welcome back if things turned out wrong. The gravity of his decisions weighed on him heavily, this was such a reckless choice to make when he expected nothing to come from it, but damn if he didn't feel alive for the first time in a long time. "If this mission fails you'll be losing more than just your tail so I truly hope you're being forthcoming," he remarked as an afterthought, voice dropping into a growl. "Some of you may know of me already. If not, I'm Alistair," he added curtly as an introduction, not paying the other dogs much mind beyond that.

Dino
| Female | 4 Years Old | Mix-Breed | 
Mentions | Everyone 

Inca
Female | 3 Years | White German Shepherd
Mentions: Everyone

Inca’s only sharp-toothed smile flashed at the Groenendael, her own impish glint, before her gaze buried into the Pharaoh Hound’s figure. It seems as though they shared the same thought. Inca caught the drifting mien, bouncing between a smirk and a grin. Inca gave the hound a wink in response, a chuckle bubbling in her chest. Keen eyes slipped from the serpentine figure to roam some more, following the fractured bits of her own thoughts.

The elder dog and her Alpha - former Alpha - brought up good points. They were wise enough, and cautious enough, to ask such questions, to doubt, to suspect. Inca had no such wisdom, only love for Isabella and Trinity and hatred for the world that had taken from her more than once. Inca knew she’d follow behind this Mad Hound — Dutch — until her paws were no more than bloody nubs beneath her. Hope was a powerful thing, and she still had the capacity for it. She’d milk it for all its worth, just to get her family back.

“I’m Erebe.”

Such simple words, for such a mystery solved. Inca herself had asked around to get the female’s name, but everyone seemed about as lost as she was on the topic. With a flick of her ears, she locked onto the introductions and stapled names to faces. She clicked her tongue at Alistair, though, like some disappointed mother. As if he had to solidify the threat. Sure, hers was more playful, but once her teeth meet their mark, it becomes a lot less friendly.

“I’m named Inca.” She gave a dramatic flare: a playful bow and a wink. “A pleasure to meet you all.”

Captain
Female | 8 | Doberman
Mentions: Everyone

She turned from dog to dog, listening as they all introduced themselves. First, a golden pharaoh hound, Erebe. Captain could already tell she would be trouble, reminding her vaguely of a fox, sleek, shit-eating grin, and aware of their cleverness. Then Blackbeard, and he was exactly how he seemed, maybe even someone Captain could tolerate. His introduction was a little much, and it gave her the impression of submission. She’d tolerate him, but respect him, maybe that would take a while.

The one that shocked her the most, and almost made the others go unnoticed, was one of the city dog Alphas, standing right here before the mad hound, ready to follow him. She almost recoiled in, in what she wasn’t sure, but she caught herself anyway, keeping her steely composure. He seemed distant, like what was around him didn’t matter, only that they begin moving. perhaps she was projecting, but she did agree with the thought.

The last two, a puppy almost, and a pretty white female really made this group more colorful to Captian’s disbelief. Really, it couldn’t be any worse. Dino, she knew was already excitable, and even though it reminded her of Bullet, she turned away in distaste. Inca, was similar to Erebe in a way, and Captain didn’t miss the look in Inca’s eyes at Erebe’s name. She was a theatrical one, which Captain was sure she didn’t like.

Either way, these dogs, from all kinds of backgrounds and personalities, was what she was stuck with to help her find Bullet. She took one last glance around, jumping from dog to dog, giving them a good look over. Hoping they were as useful as they seemed to be, then took in a steady breath.

“Captain.” She finally said.