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OOC: Safari, Mouse, Link's Team in the adjacent section of the kennels and Riven & Skyline's team in the immediate one are also present, so welcome to pitch in. Good post, Draiko. Welcome back, Husky! Good to see you're still with us. :-) Don't fear for the future, the summer will be good. <=) I personally hope you don't join the army, but find something where getting shot (blown up, infected with plague etc.) isn't part of the job description, lol. Tracker needs to get her furry butt in gear and post for Sybrix so we can get you back into action. ^_^
BIC: Before Mouse had time to properly reply, his conversation with Thor was cut short by the sudden arrival of a distraught young woman. She seemed very upset, and the copper-hued Husky turned his eyes and ears up to look at her as she staggered in from the cold. She didn't look like a musher, it wasn't normal for general townsfolk to come into the kennels, was it? He'd never been in here before himself though, lucky enough to have a cosy pen at Tony's cabin, maybe people wandered through all the time, though he doubted it what with the sudden scare about a dangerous dog on the loose. It surprised him that a human would choose the kennels to come to rather than the saloon or wherever the people in this town went to about their business. But what surprised the canine even more was the spontaneous approache and sobbing embrace that the girl threw upon him. He was the nearest dog to the door, all bar Mouse, so it probably made sense, but still, he'd never played a comforting role in his life, particularly not to a human. His musher was a swindling, sly smuggler, who sooner downed a shot of whiskey and muttered angrily rather than break into tears.
"Whoa," uttered Thor as the lady fell to her knees and pressed her head into his neck at the shoulder, his cream and russet hairs bending to accept her and lapping about the human's cheeks, a soft sponge to her weeping, "Easy, lady..." What had happened? Who were out where, what was she raving about? No doubt she'd do that human thing, and tell him everything. They always spoke to dogs, about everything, important stuff, mundane stuff, silly stuff, angry stuff, a dog would always listen, and even if they couldn't understand (hah, showed what they knew, didn't it?), would ever offer a wag of the tail and a lick of the hand to say things were okay. It was the canine's role in this human world, and the reason they had fallen under their protection. His coppery tail picked up and flicked to each side, unsure of what really to do. Lick her face? He'd seen dogs do that to help cheer their owners up. She smelt alright, not like the stale, smoky old odour Tony carried about him. But, lick a human... Bleurgh! His rusty ears pricked, eyebrows rising, he was still taken aback by the suddenness of it all. He knew people couldn't understand when dogs spoke to them, but on some subliminal level, masked in some primitive body language, it sometimes helped get a meaning across; usually 'I'm hungry' or 'I'm ready to do my business, let my outside'.
The rugged sled dog's expression softened and he leant his weight against this human supportively, it was a dog's natural instinct, and it rode in above his other impulses. "It's alright," he wuffed, trying to smell what was wrong. Her clothes were drenched, she'd come through deep snow? Fallen? She'd catch her death of cold if she stayed outside for very long, but she'd be alright in here in the kennels, with the heat of the dogs milling in the air. "Everything's okay," Thor murmured, living up to his ancestral role as the companion to mankind.
-John
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