OOC: Welcome back, Aussie! (You spelt it right. :-)) *Wedges the
> crowbar of opportunity into the Aurora Borealis machine and gives
it a
> damned good heave*
>
> IC: Thor was still licking his chops from the scrounged meal at the
> rear of the butcher's, contemplating his chances of hooking up with
> Belisarius' musher, when the subtle scent reached his nostrils.
With a
> flick of his tail and a swift look around, his tuned senses picked
up
> the traces of a female. The only female he'd encountered recently
was
> Thunderbolt, and his ego was still recovering from that little
> incident. Maybe this was his chance to reestablish his confidence
with
> the opposite sex, he was a rogue now, AWOL as far as Tony, his
> smuggling musher, was concerned, and he'd take his sweet time
> returning to the courier.
>
> "Spare a second, Beli matey," yapped the rust-toned Husky,
cantering
> around the corner of the shop, unaware of the hybrid watching from
the
> shadows of an adjacent alley, the wolverine eyes of the famed
wolfdog
> blending into the overcast pattern of his fur. This shouldn't take
> long, a quick hello, an introduction to his new-found sled dog
friend,
> the subsequent departure, a stroll around his favourite parts of
this
> backwoods town and who knows, he might just've made another friend.
>
> Cantering confidently around to the front of the building, the
> well-built Husky was just in time to lay eyes on the bitch his
senses
> had alerted him to. And in time to see her daylight robbery.
Inwardly,
> Thor winced, a practiced canine cutpurse like himself would have
> picked a less salient mode of thievery. But he had to commend her
> brashness, whoever she was, for risking it. No doubt the butcher
would
> skin her alive if he caught her again, but for now it looked like
she
> made her getaway with covetous agility.
>
> The butcher, on the other hand, was less than happy. It had been
> months since his last trouble with the dogs of this town, but the
odd
> loss of stock here and there was part and parcel of living in a
> settlement highly dependent on dogs. With a string of verbal
profanity
> chasing the impudent sled dog down the street, he muttered darkly
to
> himself and marched back into his shop. Thor saw this, and
utilizing
> his knowledge of the backroads hereabouts, decided it would be a
good
> idea to make acquaintances with this new face.
>
> "Not bad!" came the male's bark from a side-alley as the female
fled
> by. He padded casually out to greet her, tail at ease to match his
> expression, "Bold, but swift, and nary a chase. Reminds me of my
> puphood." He grinned and gave a curt wag of his reddish
tail, "Name's
> Thor. You're a new face, lass, d'ye 'ave a name to go t'with?"

Safari glanced up from her stolen prize. She ate greedily like a,
well wolf. She swolled the meat and looked over the male before
her. "Thank you." She said shyly, but politely. She gave a nod of
her head. "My ol' musher called me Safari." The hybrid sat up to
itch her side, the tags making a jingling noise. "Hungry? I'd be
more than happy to share."