Realistic or Modern Unlucky ~ Dog Roleplay ~ Open!

[Yahhah]

Creed got to his feet, very Veeeery happy to once again be on solid ground. He dropped the food on the ground and took a real look around, it certainly looked like a good spot they could stay in and that was good. "My human's house wasn't like this, it was a lot smaller" Creed commented as he looked around. He heard an exclamation from Kirah and looked into a human bedroom. Even his first human hadn't let him on the bed since he'd been a very small puppy. He noticed Cocoa hop onto the bed and begin to run around, the puppy seemed very excited at finding this thing. Creed gave the bed a sniff of curiosity. Sleeping would probably be a good idea, they seemed tired, especially the little one that'd led them here. He didn't feel right at simply jumping onto the bed as he'd been trained to not do that, so he took a lie down resting beside of it. Since they had shelter perhaps he could let his leg heal, that'd be nice as all the walking and jumping had aggravated the bite. "Humans keep a lot of stuff in their rooms don't they. I wonder what they used some of this for" Creed said looking around the room.
Afropuppy queanbean InTheSea Quiddles

 

[queanbean]

Hazel
After squeezing through the opening to the room she was hit with a wave of nostalgia. To be in what was once the home of humans again brought memories of her life with her humans. She sat by a ray of light filtering in through the broken roof and let her ears droop slightly. Looking around at the random bunch of dogs that had accumulated, she felt sort of guilty. She wasn't really contributing anything. She was just another mouth to feed where resources were already so limited.

In the dead of night, after everyone will have fallen asleep, Hazel will silently slip away into the streets. With her nose to the wind and ears alert she'll slink into the darkness to search for food, shelter, or anything else she thinks will help them. "Take care Turtle..." She sighs, glancing over her shoulder before padding off, leaving the pup with the pack where she'll be safer. Hazel would be lying if she said she wasn't scared of the world, but it was the least she could do. Maybe someday she'll find her way back to them. For now, nothing in the future is certain.

(hi sorry ah have fun i'll be back sometime ah)

 

[Quiddles]

Saga

Age: 1 ½
Gender: Female
Breed: Norwegian Lundehund
Notes: Injured back from bite

Saga was almost asleep on her feet, despite the pain in her back. She had barely enough energy to show the others the place in the room downstairs where there was still a little food to be had, if the taller dogs were able to find a way to open the door. Regardless, that was enough for her, she was ready to just lie down and close her eyes.

"Sleep wherever you like. I don't think there's much chance anybody else will find their way in here tonight. Birds, maybe. Birds are tasty..." her voice trailed away as she tucked her head onto her front paws and dozed off in the middle of a deep, soft rug."

She slept so deeply that she didn't so much as stir when Hazel slipped away during the night.

 

[Mitheral]

Remington
Home

As much as Remy missed his humans, they had left the doors open inside their home - most of them anyway. The only ones kept shut hid smells he wanted nothing to do with anyway (cleaning supplies). He was small enough to fit through the doggie doors. And the electric collar had never really stopped him anyways. Now it no longer even worked. The fence and gates kept bigger dogs out, which meant his home really was his castle.

He realized with a hint of pride that he had finally chased the cats away. He hadn’t seen one in days. And the big metal monsters with round feet that growled and honked at him. Well, there was one that had made all sorts of loud noises, including a loud screeching scream when he ran out in front and challenged it. Lucky for it, his Boy came and held him at bay. But since his humans were no longer around he had discovered the monster sleeping across the street and marked it but good!

The same went for the Thing that bigger Boy had ridden while hitting HIS fence with a stick. Clackety-clackety, clackety… He had found the Boy’s Thing and marked it too. That’d teach it. Hit HIS fence with a stick?

This morning had begun with a quick wake up call to all his humans. Sure, they weren’t there. But just in case … Then nibble on some more of his food. He had LOTS of food. His automated feeder was still nearly full. So was his water dispenser. (Remy lived a life of luxury.) Of course, that’s because he had plenty of squirrels, rabbits and mice to hunt. Well, plenty by his standards. He didn’t need much. He generally just stuck with rats because they were most plentiful and easiest to hunt. Squirrels climb trees. Rabbits were still growing in number. He had killed a fox the other day, and a possum a few days before that. But he had a small group of raccoons, and a coyote he had to watch out for. One on one, he had a chance - not a great one - but a chance. Against a group he would be done for.

There were some very nice smelling traps around the house. But he couldn’t get anywhere near the bait. He didn’t understand they were specifically designed to catch racoons and relied on the raccoon’s thin arm to reach the bacon scented bait. But the trap was surrounded by metal and even digging wouldn’t let him get to the bait. But his humans had no way to protect him from a coyote - not that he was afraid. (He should be.)

Once he had made his indoor patrol, he looked at his food dish which was still full and decided he wasn’t hungry yet. Instead he played a quick game of Fetch, running to the top of the stairs, running down to pick up his Bone and back up with it to drop it again. But he tired of the game quickly. It wasn’t as much fun without his humans inventive ways to make the Bone vanish right before his eyes, then make it appear again to throw it in some unexpected way (down the stairs). He had even had his Boy trained to throw whenever he yipped.

Next it was time to go and do his ‘business’ on his spot in the lawn, then a quick patrol to make sure his Yard was well marked. Finally it was time to go hunting. It was Wabbit Season. Okay, more likely Rat Season. But one would probably fill him up.

And that had been his routine for the better part of a week. But today when he got home, he noticed something was different. Part of the fence was knocked over. Wary, he snuck over to the breach in HIS territory and sniffed. He discovered a very new and unfamiliar scent and started to growl. Bit he could only guess at the size of the dogs that must have knocked over his fence. He at least noted that it was smaller than the creature with round feet. That made it fair game. He sniffed the air again. THEM fair game.

What he discovered in HIS humans’ home were the biggest, shaggy, black furred, smelly, dogs he had ever seen. But they were in HIS home; so was his Bone; so the challenge was made.

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Fortunately the smaller of the dog pack knew better than to mess with HIM. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Unfortunately the larger pair - the parents - were not easily intimidated. And they were hungry.

Remy was lucky to get out of there with his life and all his pieces intact.

 

[Yahhah]

Creed

Creed yawned widely, it was getting quite late wasn't it. He looked up to sniff at the bed but couldn't convince himself that it was okay to sleep on a human bed. He turned and sniffed around the area before he came upon the spot he'd like to sleep. Just beside the bed and on a comfortable looking spot. He was no stranger to sleeping on the ground so a floor was a bit of an upgrade from that. The wolfdog curled up on the floor and rested his head on his paws. He went into a good sleep and was unaware of one of the other dogs sneaking away into the night.

Afropuppy InTheSea Quiddles ( queanbean ).

 

[Mitheral]

Mongo

Mongo looked over the ruins of his home. The walls still remained semi intact where the wrecking balls had smashed through so hard that only the roof and part of both floors remained. They had never completed the job. The stairs still remained. So he could still make it up to Daddy’s room to see if he had come back. The bed was still there. Every part of him wanted to sleep on the bed. But that was a no no. It fell into the same category of places Mongo was not allowed as the Couch.

Of course, whenever Daddy had a friend over all bets were off - especially when he started muzzling said friends. He had to protect his human after all. A paw in the way worked. But more often than not he got jealous and joined in the muzzling with some big, sloppy, drooling tongue licks which tended to result in laughter and sputtering. Then again, there was the time he put his paw in the wrong spot on Daddy and got dragged into another room and locked in.

For now, the bed still beckoned. It still smelled of his human. Then a brilliant idea came to mind. He took the edge of the blanket in his jaws and tugged. Slowly he backed up until the blankets were on the floor. Then he shyly moved forward and flopped down on the blanket. There. Not on the bed. And he could still sleep with Daddy.

After a little while he roused, hungry. He KNEW where the food was. But it was on the other side of a door that was always kept closed. He tried to bite the knob. But it was too slick and small to get a good grip. So he jumped against it. Nothing happened. He gave a low whine. Then he jumped against the door. He was going to get into trouble for this, but he was hungry. He bounced off. All the door did was shake. He tried again .. and again … and again.

About ten minutes later a very large dog was climbing over the door with its hinges ripped out of the door frame. It probably would have been easier to go through the drywall. But Mongo didn’t know that. The important thing was the treasure trove that had been kept in the vault of a pantry dedicated to Mongo. Shelves of dog food in 22-26 pound bags, kept stocked at 4 bags of each:

Wellness CORE Grain-Free Large Breed Chicken & Turkey Recipe Dry Dog Food
Wellness CORE Grain-Free Reduced Fat Turkey & Chicken Recipe Dry Dog Food
Wellness CORE Grain-Free Wild Game Duck, Turkey, Boar and Rabbit Dry Dog Food

And then there was the piece de resistance - dog treats:
Wellness Core Marrow Roasts Natural Grain Free Dog Treats, 8-Ounce Bag
Wellness Core Marrow Roasts Natural Grain Free Dog Treats, 8-Ounce Bag
Wellness Core Pure Rewards Natural Grain Free Dog Treats, Soft Beef & Venison Jerky Bites, 4-Ounce Bag

He gave a happy yip. His walking leashes were here too! And chew toys! His tail started wagging so hard his whole body shook. Then he grabbed a bag in his jaws and dragged it out and down to the white water bowl that always refilled itself (toilet) and ripped open the bag to chow down. He should have done this days ago.

 

[Afropuppy]

Kirah observed the little puppy as she demonstrated perfectly how to use a bed. When Cocoa stopped running around she started getting ready, took a few steps back, got into position and.... jumped onto the bed with so much force that the bounce from it almost knocked the puppy off the bed. "Sorry!" she apologized to Cocoa as she got into a more comfy position. "Wow.... This is so soft...." she commented. "Do all humans sleep in such soft things?... If my owner let me sleep on a bed I would have stayed for longer..." she added, stopped wagging her tail and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep.

Now that she reminded herself of her previous owner though there was no hope of her sleeping. At least not for a few hours. She just stayed awake with her eyes barely open, thinking about how her puppyhood would have been like if she had another human, if her owner let her inside the house, if he cared about her going missing or not. Probably not. She let out a long sigh and tried to fall asleep again.

 

[Mitheral]

Remington and Mongo

Coyotes were solitary hunters. Sometimes they might hunt as loose pairs. Normally they hunted at night. But in the absence of humans they would hunt in the day. And when feeding young, around the clock. In general, domesticated smaller dogs that followed a coyote into a forest were as good as dead - even a Jack Russell. Against two coyotes, a fatal encounter was a sure bet. But the coyotes wouldn’t even approach with half a mile of HIS home. (Remy’s owner took precautions. But they are scent based and won’t last forever.)

Remington didn’t know that when he encountered a coyote after having managed to attack and kill a rabbit. The rabbit was about half as big as he was. But it was a whole lot faster. It had taken a bit of work to finally get his jaws on the rabbit for a killing bite. So when he spotted the coyote flanking him and edging closer he growled a warning.

“Mine!” He dropped the rabbit and barked menacingly. But the coyote just circled around in front. Then he picked his kill up. The coyote was not deterred and continued to circle. Then it moved in taunting the smaller canine. Again Remy dropped his kill and barked angrily. He didn’t see the second coyote watching from the edge of the woods.

Elsewhere Mongo had heard the challenge of the smaller dog. He had taken his leash and gone out for a walk. Instinctively he gave a subvocalized half growl, half bark. Then he started to head that way to investigate. He had been wandering his home trying to catch the scent of the raccoons that kept visiting each night to gorge themselves on his food. Unfortunately, every time he tried to catch one they scrambled up fallen rafters from what was once the roof.

Now he started to catch a new scent. He had never picked such a smell up before but it smelled vaguely dog-like. He growled under his breath. He caught the challenges of Remy and picked up the pace. It sounded like a smaller dog being bullied by a bigger dog. That didn’t sound right. And besides, he was lonely. His human still hadn’t come home.

When Mongo arrived Remy was in serious trouble. The coyotes were taking turns darting in and out. Remy was made for this sort of fighting. But he was alone and they would have soon worn him out. Mongo just charged.

For half a second too long one of the coyotes froze and Remy got in a good bite and hung on for dear life. The other coyote also froze, debated briefly whether to attack Remy, grab the rabbit or run. In the end the coyote turned and fled. In a last ditch attempt to free itself the other coyote shook its whole body and finally dislodged Remy. This it, too, turned and fled. Remy gave pursuit, but not for long as he realized a new challenger had arrived. Now he turned and challenged the … what? It smelled like a dog. But it was WAY bigger than a dog.

Remy stood over his kill once more. “Mine!”

Mongo dropped his leash. “Okay. You okay?” He wagged his tail.

Remy was confused. The other … thing … didn’t seem to want his rabbit. “I could have killed them!”

“What were they?” Mongo asked.

“I dunno. But they tried to steal MY kill.”

“I’m Mongo.”

Remy hesitated, then called back. “Remington. Uhm, why aren’t you trying to take away my kill?”

“Just ate. Kinda full. I was just going for a walk.”

That explained the leash. “Some really, really big Things invaded MY house. Way bigger than you.” Remy had no idea what a bear was.

Mongo nodded. “Well, how about I stick around in case those other strange dogs come back? Have you seen any humans? Or friendly dogs?”

(Leaving this Open for Pack 2)

 

[Taigakitt]

Crash! Blood scenting the air, a painful heat erupting from his ear after a rather loud pop. He could feel the warmth drip down his ear and onto his head. A yelp called his attention behind him. Her blood. A whine quickly escaped him as he took his gaze back to the strangers. His hackles were raised, but had no hair to make him look better. The strangers were shown his full set of teeth. A lunge, blood filled his mouth. Slam!

He was curled up, laying on the ground, near the ruins of his old home, startled awake, his head shooting up, his left ear flickered. The grungy stuffed bunny was under his front paws. The buzzing of the crickets filled the dog's ears. They were so loud tonight. Barqs had a partially eaten kill sitting next to him, saving the rest for the morning. Sniffing the air, he was beginning to think that it wasn't the crickets that stirred him from his sleep.

He jumped to his feet, puffing his chest out as he eyed the darkness that surrounded him. A deep, guttural growl emitted from his throat and his lip curled back in a warning. Was it his dream that woke him..?

 

[Quiddles]

Diesel

Age: 4
Gender: Male
Breed: Belgian Malinois
Notes: None currently

With Diesel's first stray left beside food and water, the police K-9 had a drink himself, checked the immediate area for threats and set out on four paws again. Following a search pattern as he had been trained he quartered the streets, avoiding the direction in which he knew a pack could be found. Hunger gnawed at his belly but he was fit and healthy. It would be some days before his strength would become seriously affected by a lack of food.

Eventually scents reached him on the wind, each registering in his mind as he documented and categorised them. Coyotes, at least two, single threat rating low, group threat rating medium, challenge and repel if encountered singly (Diesel knew nothing of rabies, and had been vaccinated against it anyway); bears, threat rating high, take evasive action if encountered unless called upon to act in defense of others against them; dogs, at least two, possibly three or four, male, mission parameters: locate and collect.

Nose to the wind and ears alert, Diesel set off again at a steady trot, slow enough to stay on the trail. It was a large city, and even after years of regular patrols his paw pads were starting to feel a little overused, but he pressed on, hour upon hour. He had a Mission! As the dog-scents strengthened but the bear and coyote did not, he paused to bark. "Hello! Dog Officer Diesel here! Looking for strays! Anybody there?"

Taigakitt Mitheral

 

[Afropuppy]

{Timeskip to: 1 week after the rescuers left / skipped 4 days}
That first night, the tired dogs slept quietly inside the house. None of them noticed Hazel missing until the next day. Because of their exhaustion, they overslept and woke up at noon. By that time it had started raining heavily, so any and all attempts they made at tracking her scent her were futile. Hoping that she was okay, the group ultimately decided to stop looking for her after a while, as they might have gotten themselves and could barely see with the rain. With Saga's help, the dogs found the kitchen of the house they were staying at. Kirah and Creed, being the biggest, searched the top cuboards for edible human food or treats, while Saga, Cocoa and Turtle looked around the bottom for any scraps or leftover dog food.

They found a few things amongst the useless cans and boxes. The bigger dogs mananged to drag a glass jar of peanut butter out of a high cuboard, which they smashed immediately as they didn't know knocking it down would break it. The smaller dogs found a whole loaf of bread in the oven. It was stale, but still much better than nothing. They also somehow opened the fridge, where, to their dissapointment, most of the foods had expired. However they did find a big chunk of uncooked meat that was still semi-fresh. They decided to keep the food on the kitchen floor for easy access and brought the bag of kibble there too. That night they started hearing a faint howl, like a coyote's, but it was so far away that they didn't pay attention to it.

They spent the whole following day talking to eachother, eating, sleeping, even playing with the weird and random things in the house. The rain had calmed down but not completely stopped. The pack was already getting used to the luxury of a human residence and enjoying every part of it. After nightfall, they started hearing the coyote howl again. There was more than one this time. Two? Maybe three? They were still fairly far away from them so they didn't pay much attention and went to sleep. Their fourth day of being at the house went about the same as the third one. Lots of relaxing, playing and eating was involved. All the dogs' wounds had healed almost completely. The food was slowly running out, so they started eating it even more sparingly.

Once again, the night came and so did the coyotes. The dogs stayed awake long enough to hear them wandering around close the house. They seemed too scared to go inside. They looked out the window and saw them on the other side of the road, looking for something. Maybe searching for a place to stay? Maybe looking for food? Whatever they wanted, they weren't going to get it that night. The coyotes noticed the dogs staring at them and ran away. The dogs, even though they were still worried they would come back, slept for the night.

The next morning, like they had expected, the coyotes had come back. There were more of them, at least two adults and three adolescents.They were gathered up around the front of the house. They seemed to still be figuring out how to actually get inside, the specific pack weren't the smartest coyotes in the city to say the least. Nonetheless they kept an eye on them, which proved to be a good idea because after a bit they started paying more attention to the log / entrance. The dogs needed to come up with a plan, and fast. If they just ran away the coyotes might try to grab one of the small dogs. If they were going to defend their house they didn't have the best chances of winning. So what now? What was the plan?​

 

[Deredere]

Buddy tried sniffing out for Barqs, he was the only thing in this world that could have a hint of success finding. He slowly put one paw in front as the other, slowly making his way to the abandoned road. It felt it was the only thing he could do. He had his head down, barely sniffing the ground knowing there was no one to hug, or cuddle, or lick on the face. He slowly picked up his head to see the clouds have gotten darker and heavier. He had a sinking feeling he'll never find his only friend left.

 

[Taigakitt]

After eyeing the dark for what felt like a long time, Barqs finally stopped feeling bristled. Smacking his jaws, he heard a bark from an unknown dog. He didn't want to deal with another dog right now... He gathered the stuffed bunny in his mouth and attempted to grab his kill as well. It was a little difficult, and probably looked silly have his jaws stuffed full. He could barely close his mouth. It didn't matter. He wanted to escape. It was time to leave his girl's resting place.

He moved his gaze to the rubble of his once-home and stared for a hard minute. His heart felt empty. It was time to move on. With his ears flattening back, a small whine escaped his throat. Then he was gone in the opposite direction of the bark.

The next few days were hell. He was cold and wet and it was hard to find a shelter that kept him warm. In days like these, his family would have put his coat on him. But his family was gone. He kept his guard up, so he was feeling pretty exhausted.

Finally, the rain let up after those few moon cycles. The current morning still had some humidity in the air, and the sky was still clouded over. It would be good to find some source of food. The rainfall meant fresh water. Taking a lap from a nearby puddle, he picked his soggy bunny up. Water sloshed down his chin.

Just as he concluded that he should probably hunt for something, a scent drafted to his nose that was similar to a dog, but it wasn't quite right. There might have been a few of them. At this point, he was hungry and if they weren't dogs, well... fair game, right? It wouldn't hurt to get a look and see what he could take.

He lowered himself to the ground and lightly padded in the direction of the scent. His mind on one thing. Food. As he rounded a corner and peaked over some rubble, he could see a group of strange dogs (coyotes), staring at a house that wasn't quite rubble. Maybe he could pick one off... One of the younger ones.

A thought crossed his mind about his friend from before all of this. Knowing the dog wasn't capable of violence, maybe there'd be enough for them both if Buddy was still around.

 

[Deredere]

Buddy was at his absolute lowest point he had ever been. Before all of this happened the world's problems weren't as big as losing a tennis ball in the bushes, now there is no comfort. There was no hugs and warmth, only cold nights or sweltering days. He could barely muster enough strength to call out and find help in these times. He took a deep breath in and tried to howl as loud as he possibly could. 'It wasn't much, but it had to reach someone, anyone.' he thought to himself before hiding at a bus stop.

 

[Yahhah]

(Not sure if we're keeping with posting order so I'll just throw this in).

Creed
​

The past few days went around pretty comfortably for Creed. His foot began to heal, slowly but surely. A bit of food was found with some exploring but it wasn't enough to fill him or anything. He mostly contented himself with exploring around the house. He'd had a bit of trouble sleeping the past couple nights, not willing to bring himself to sleep with the threat of predators just outside. So on that morning he sort of sat on his belly looking out one of the mostly intact windows, keeping a nervous watch.

Rufus
​

Rufus's nose twitched as he lay on his side sleeping in a scant piece of shelter made up of some rotting wood. The old hound lifted his head, his floppy ears slightly went from the damp ground he'd been lying his head on. He'd been moving around searching for his old master for what must've been a week now without a single trace. Rufus put one of his paws forward and got to his feet a bit lazily before shaking the water droplets from his ears. He gave a loud snuffle, he could track even after some rain, it was just a lot harder and when that scent was a week old regardless, it was impossible. Rufus gave a noise that was somewhere between a deep whine or a grunt and was at a bit of a loss for what to do. He could go home he supposed, Rufus lifted his head and squinted his eyes trying to see his surroundings through the haziness that was his vision. The Bloodhound could smell multiple dogs, he didn't know most of them, one or two may have been slightly familiar but with all the rain they were too faint to identify at distance. He started to wander down the rundown street not sure of where to go or what to do.
( Afropuppy I'm not sure if you wanted Rufus and Sherpa to already be traveling together so I made it seem like they weren't for the sake of simplicity. Sorry if that's a problem).

 

[Taigakitt]

Carefully, Barqs set his bunny down. They were quite focused on the house and he wondered if something was interesting in there. It didn't matter. He pawed at a pebble beside him, trying to get the attention of the adolescent one closest to him. Once he felt he may have gotten the attention he needed, he would skulk backwards to hide just out of sight. Well, he thought he was hidden, anyway. With his hairless flank in the air, and his lower body low to the ground, he waited. His flank and tail were still visible behind the rubble he chose. Hoping to stay as quiet and still as possible, he waited for at least one of the coyotes to take the bait. Not once did he think this could escalate to being dangerous. He hadn't experienced danger like it, so the idea hadn't crossed his mind.

( Afropuppy , Yahhah , and any others of Pack 1 that I'm not sure who to tag)

 

[Afropuppy]

(posting order has kinda gone out the window for now, we'll need to make a new one because pack 2 and stuff, just wait until everyone else has posted I guess)

Kirah
The past few days Kirah had gotten the best sleep in her lifetime. The bed was the most comfy thing she had ever touched and she made the most of it. She also slept heavily, in the streets she couldn't do that because there might have been threats she wouldn't hear.

But that morning she realized they weren't exactly safe in the house either. She looked out the open window and growled at the coyotes, who were already near the log, but they didn't leave this time. She looked around to see who was already awake, and found Creed looking out another window.

She lightly nudged him with one of her paws to get his attention. "We need to do something about those" She went back to the open window, expecting Creed to be following her, and saw something trying to get the attention of the coyotes. It looked like a dog, but where was all of its fur?? She decided to try and talk to it, hopefully it was a dog. She barked at it quietly, but still loud enough for it to hear her "You're going to get yourself killed you know that right?" She wanted to start growling in case it was aggressive, but it wasn't her main focus right now. So she just calmly sat down on the spot. If the coyotes were going to start attacking the dog thing, she needed to see when so she could run away with the rest of the group when the coyotes were distracted. That meant they wouldn't have shelter again, but to was better than getting mauled by coyotes.

Sherpa

Sherpa woke up inside the ruins of her house. She had been eating some leftover kibble on her automatic feeder for the past week, but the previous night it ran out. And now she was hungry, so she needed to find more food. Maybe there were other dogs still in the city?

She started walking around whatever remained of her neighborhood, and after what felt like hours ,she found something! It smelled familiar, so he ran over to it. She couldn't really see what it was from so far away but she ran towards it anyways. As she got closer, she realized it was a dog! And not just any dog, it was Rufus! What was he doing here? She didn't care. She just ran as fast as she could towards him. "Rufus! Rufus! Rufus!" She barked as loud as she possibly could, so excited to be finding someone she knew after a whole week of being alone. She reached him finally and started circling around him, with a big wide smile on her face and her tail wagging.

Mentions:
Kirah: Yahhah InTheSea Quiddles Taigakitt
Sherpa: Yahhah

 

[Quiddles]

Saga

Age: 1 ½
Gender: Female
Breed: Norwegian Lundehund
Notes: None currently

Saga was unsettled by Hazel's disappearance. She hadn't known the other dog for quite as long as the others, but she'd been around them long enough to know how Turtle looked to the older dog, and when it became clear that Hazel wouldn't be re-joining them any time soon, Saga took it on herself to keep an extra eye on the brindle pup. It no doubt looked a little silly- pup or not, Turtle wasn't that much smaller than the Norwegian dog, so Saga's attempts at being motherly were ever so slightly ridiculous, but it gave both of them a reason to stay sane and positive.

It took a little time for Saga's back to heal, enough that she was no longer stiff and sore. Once she felt able, she took to hunting again. Small things were her speciality, her hunting style more like that of a cat than a dog- or a squirrel, if squirrels were five times bigger and carnivorous. She couldn't feed a whole pack, of course, but she could feed herself with enough over for one of the others. "I'm not supposed to eat normal dog food," she confessed to the others one evening as they were relaxing after sunset, before true dark. "My family said it might make me very sick. They got special dog food that was just meat. I think it's okay to hunt as well. I'm supposed to hunt in holes in cliffs." (Then, of course, she had to explain to some of the others what cliffs were- as though she was an expert, rather than having seen cliffs herself all of once while on holiday).

Through all of this she looked to Kirah and Creed for long-term direction. The everyday stuff she could manage. She'd found them shelter, she was doing her part with food, she was trying to take care of Turtle, but she had no ideas on what to do in the long term, other than wait and see if her family came back. She looked to the bigger dogs, too, when the coyotes started to get closer, and, evenually, reached the house.

"What do we do?" she asked, hopping up to balance on a windowledge and eye the predators through the surviving glass. "There's at least two bigger ones and three smaller ones. Would they chase us? Would they fight as well as Nero? Should I get them to chase me and lead them away? I'm sure I can climb much better than they can, I bet I could get away! But wouldn't they just come back again?" She paused, head tilting as she spotted other movement. Wait! There's another dog out there too... at least, I think it's a dog..."

Taigakitt Yahhah Afropuppy ( queanbean )

Diesel

Age: 4
Gender: Male
Breed: Belgian Malinois
Notes: None currently

Diesel was sure he'd been close to finding other dogs, but before long it was clear that they were't answering him. Not only that, but the first scent he started to follow started getting weaker, not stronger. The other dog was moving away! That wasn't supposed to happen!

He wished Turpis was there with a Plan. His twolegged brother was the strategist, the one with the directions. As time went on without him, Diesel found it harder to stick to his training. Hunger made it harder too. It made it harder to think. Hard enough that when he came across a coyote- a solitary one- he forgot that challenge was supposed to be followed by chasing it away, not shaking it until it stopped moving then lying on top of it. The next day, he forgot his training sufficiently that he ate part of it. Part of him felt better for it, but it made it easier to think again and he spent the rest of the day expecting to get told off, even though there wasn't a whiff of a scent of Turpis.

It was shortly after that he picked up another scent. Dogs again... and a dog he knew! Rufus? He hadn't smelled the bloodhound since he himself had been a youngster learning to use his nose. Without any further delay, he set off on the trail. Rufus! Wow. It would be good to see the old dog! If his nose was as good as it used to be, maybe he'd be able to track down Turpis! Then, as he got closer, it became clear that Rufus was not alone. Soon he could hear them. Anticipation lending him energy, he picked up the pace and trotted closer. "Hello? Rufus? It is you, yes?"

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[Kana.M.]

Kit stood eagerly on the porch as she watched for movements beyond the invisible wall across the garden. Her tail wagged steady as she rested and adjusted to the patio as usual. Even though she was laying down she still had high hopes for that day. It had been weeks since the old lady passed, and Kit had been a lonely hound. But she knew there were other dogs around, she heard them! She saw them! Right from outside the vet window. But that was before the humans went away; and before her farmers disappeared. Kit was saddened at the thought, she didn't know which hurt more, her farmers vanishing without a trace or the fact she couldn't create any more happy memories with them. Kit sighed and lay her head down over her paws, as more negative thoughts started to manifest in her mind. She shook her head, "No somebody will come today," she encouraged. Of course, someone will smell her, or see her. Surely somebody will at least visit. "At least, I hope someone will visit today..." She thought out loud as she relaxed her front legs, tucked them under her chest, then crossed her hind legs over one another. Her tail still wagged steadily, she was ready to meet anyone.

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"Okay this isn't working," Kit thought to herself, her tail wagged fast, more out of frustrated anticipation the eagerness anymore. She watched three dogs today but none of them came over. Her smell was all over the house, so they knew she was there! Kit is a bigger dog, maybe they were afraid? No, no, no, Kit would never hurt a dog smaller than her, never! Her head veered back at the thought. But still, no one visited or even barked hello, and she really didn't know why. Kit huffed, whenever she met a farmer dog they were always friendly to her, even if they were too old to play. She felt discouraged and ready to laze back down, or toy around with a rubber ball or something, but a once-tiny voice now shouted inside and told her 'get up and go!' Okay, enough sitting around, this time she followed her first instincts and sprang to her feet. Kit dashed forward, "Okay, I'll just find someone then!" Kit sang as she jumped through the glass door. She turned her head toward the transparent wall as she ran full speed in the opposite direction. "Hey, I didn't bump into it this time!" She exclaimed all proud of herself, Ergo as soon as she turned around she crashed into a tree and bumped her jaw, but nevertheless, it was still an accomplishment! Kit gave her head a rough shake, making the firm decision to walk off the accident and keep going.


Kit wasn't shy to admit she was excited, her tail wagged upright as she trotted along, and she couldn't help from panting. She trotted around the bodega a ways away from her residence. "Hmm... There are no dogs here," she mumbled, or so she thought. Maybe it was the crippling loneliness that pushed Kit out of her comfort zone but she sat down raised her head up to the sky and howled, a long, loud, howl. Her flexed back ears flexed up and she leveled her vision. A crash in one of the buildings surprised her, it was a pretty loud crash too so her ears hurt a bit. She decided to investigate. She walked over to the convince store, right from the front she could see aisles of food items toppled over. "What caused this crash?" She wondered. She didn't have to wonder for long, right when Kit turned to leave she was passed by a black bear carrying bags of moldy wheat bread in its mouth. Kit lay down and folded down her ears, immediately submissive to the big creature. She saw one of those things at the farm, that destroyed a beehive, and took the all of the stings! She knew bears were as tough as nails. But the bear didn't seem to mind Kit, probably because her cubs were playing near there mom and didn't approach her at all. "Just stay still Kit its alright, once they leave you can go home," she thought. She felt her body tremble, and she whimpered and cried. "I should've stayed home."

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Creed
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Creed's ear swiveled when he realized that other dogs around the house were waking as well, first Kirah was awake and she did not seem thrilled about the coyote situation outside. "I'm not sure what we can do about it, there's more of them then there are of us and we've got pups we need to look out for so running would be tough" Creed thought about their options out loud. Of course those weren't their only options, just the most obvious and simplest ones. Fighting wasn't ever something Creed would immediately want to do if there were other options but running would mean leaving the house, and finding different shelter. Suddenly Creed's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Kirah addressing another dog and the appearance of Saga. Creed had grown to like the odd dog as much as he did the others in this little pack over the past few days and he looked down towards what looked like the back end of a hairless canine. Was that a dog? Creed had never seen a dog without fur before and what was it trying to do? "She's right you know, coyotes can be nasty" Creed agreed and warned.

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Rufus
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The Bloodhound stopped in his tracks when a familiar smell reached his sensitive nose and the sound of little paws on rough ground reached his floppy ears. He turned around and spotted the fluffy shape of a little dog he hadn't seen in a bit. It was Sherpa, the little shih tzu that had stopped by his old house and had had lessons with his master. A little bit of happiness swelled up in Rufus, even if he couldn't find his human it was nice to know that a friend was doing alright even after this strangeness. "Hello Sherpa, I didn't expect to run into you durin all this" the hound greeted his tail gaining a slight wag as he squinted his eyes to try and get a good look at her. That was when another scent came to Rufus's nose, it was a tiny bit more unfamiliar then Sherpa but that was just because he'd seen her sooner then he'd seen this other dog, even so Rufus hadn't forgotten the smell. "Diesel"? Rufus called turning towards the smell and trying to pick out the shape of the dog he hadn't seen since before he'd retired.
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Saga

Age: 1 ½
Gender: Female
Breed: Norwegian Lundehund
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"Nastier than Nero?" Saga wondered aloud. "Is that a dog, Creed?" She watched as the coyotes moved around, the curious adolescents milling about a bit as one or two have their attention caught by something. "He's not... pouncing on that coyote, is he?" She looked back over her shoulder at the two biggest dogs, Creed and Kirah. "Can coyotes climb? How fast are they?" Clearly the little dog is thinking of possible plans, but doesn't have enough knowledge yet to be certain of what might work.

"If they can't climb we're safe in here but it would be dangerous to go out hunting," she ponders, aloud again so the others can add their thoughts. "If they can climb we're not safe in here. If they're too dangerous to chase away and might hurt us like Nero did, we need to go somewhere else where we can still hunt. If they're not too fast, I can let them chase me while you take the puppies and run, but one of you might need to carry Cocoa... and I don;t know how I'd find you again..." She wound to a worried stop, and looked hopefully at the other dogs. "You've got a better plan, though, yes? And what do we do about that other... maybeadog?"

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Mongo and Remington

Mongo nodded. “Well, how about I stick around in case those other strange dogs (coyotes) come back? Have you seen any humans? Or friendly dogs?”

Remington wasn’t sure whether to nod or shake his head. Mongo asked too many questions. “Yeah! We could go and chase those big dogs out of my place.” Then he sighed. “I miss my humans. Fetch is no fun without Boy. Maybe we could go look for more humans - or friendly dogs.”

Mongo nodded. “I like that idea. I miss my human too. Let’s go.”

It wasn’t long before they heard the distant barks of Officer Diesel. But amidst the rubble they couldn’t tell what direction it was coming from. And when they went to go looking, they picked the wrong direction. It might have helped if they had barked back loudly. The officer’s hearing was probably better than either of the puppies. But one had a mouthful still. And a mouthful of rabbit wasn’t doing their sense of smell much good either.

So they started a search pattern - puppy style. No real sense to the search pattern. Then there were also the distractions - like the occasional squirrel or rat. Remy let Mongo start carrying the rabbit. He had watched Mongo try to go after a squirrel. The squirrel was halfway up the tree before Mongo even got up to speed. And barking at the squirrel wasn’t going to convince it to come down and fight like a dog. Then there was the rat. That went a little better. Remy managed to catch a rat, which meant that neither dog could smell much now. And neither was really hungry.

That didn’t stop Remy from dropping a rat to go after another. But the next couple rats and squirrels were dead end chases mostly resulting in lots of barking by Remy.

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Mustard looked around at the wasteland all around him. He hadn’t seen another dog in days, and this is most likely because Mustard never left his spot in the alleyway. At night he saw coyotes, horrendous beings capable of killing many dogs. However, they didn’t come near the alleyways, yet... He hadn’t eaten in days, he was to afraid to move, as coyotes slept in the town now. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Later, he built up is courage, just enough, to come out of hiding from behind a dumpster. He had to be quick, the coyotes might be up at any minute. His plan; Run into the woods, there is no good reason to stay here any longer. He may have been a stray for years, but he never adventured into the forest. Right now though, he thought it might be the best option.He stretched his legs, and sprinted as fast as he could, into the woods.