BIC: Thor smirked amiably, this Safari had a devil-may-care attitude
that could easily get her into some serious problems in this town. But
not if he could help it, there was ample opportunity to exercise some mischief with the new sled team that came into Nome the other day. The
russet Husky's nose had alerted him to their arrival and he'd been
silently planning on a visit when he got the opportunity. "'Tis a
risky business in itself, thievery," grinned the sled dog, "A fitting
trade for a lass akin to trouble. May'ap we can stir a little up later."

He stood and stretched, flexing his toes and arching his rusty back
before turning towards the alley which led to the back of the
butchers, where Belisarius was waiting, "You'll like my mate, Beli,
he's a friendly chap. Don't be afraid to run into 'im, 'e won't fall
an' 'e doesn't bite." Swishing his cream and copper tail amicably, he
led the way. Who knows, maybe he'd be able to round up a little posse
to maraud the streets before long.

-John

Safari nodded. "I know. That's the whole point. I've been caught a few times, but always made an escape." She gave a big grin. "Since I can't run anymore, it's how I make my living." Ear pricked forward and stood streching as well. The hybrid followed the husky as he explained his friend to her. "Sounds like a sturdy ol' dog."