"Safari," mimicked Thor, jinking his head briefly as if to file
> the name into memory, "Your musher must've had a taste for
exotics."
> The Husky sat and gave a friendly smile, curling his tail alongside
> his haunches as the oblique noises of the town drifted over on the
> air. There was a slight unease to it, but nothing alarming, the
news
> of the second body must not have spread far yet.
>
> It was a cool day, early spring in Nome, and the sun shone mildly
into
> half of the alleyway where the two dogs conversed, giving a slight
> sheen to their pelts and giving the fur depth. The copper-coloured
> sled dog looked back down from the pale blue sky and
chuckled, "Cheers
> for the offer, but I just ate. Me an' a friend hit the place this
> morning. We could show you a better way to get yer grub, if ya
likes."
>
> Unlike the female, Thor had no tags or spangles, merely a plain but
> broad leather collar with 'THOR' etched into it in black. He was
easy
> going and seemed amiable enough, though oft it was that a
mischiefious
> sparkle came to his eyes, and the telltale swish of his rusty tail
> would indicate to those that knew him that he was cooking up some
> tricksy game or another.
>
> "Care to join us?" he asked, gesturing his nose in Safari's
direction
> briefly, "We'd be glad of the company." He couldn't help but wag
his
> tail; ever since that monster of a black canid and his mate, the
> slender southern dog, had let him out of his pen earlier, the day
was
> turning out rather well.

OOC: Sry. >_< It's a good way to keep things organized. *nods* Might
have to do that with my Mustang RPG. *nods again*

BIC: Safari nodded finishing up the meat for herself. "I never
really got to know my musher that well. He just used us for racing.
Never really bonded with us. Talked to to us when only needed and
fed us when needed." She licked her maw with satisfactory. "I like
getting into trouble." The hybrid paused for a moment. "And taking
risks." A slight shrug was given. "Sure I suppose. I have nothing
better to do."