OOC: Jersey is on Conrad's head? xD I must've missed something, haha!

IC: With having his silent appology accepted, Conrad's whiptail
swayed back and forth, dragging against stone and mud without much
care. He could read their bitter hatred for Jersey in smallest inches
of their being, and started feeling self-concious about the cat
sitting on his head. Standing up, the large bulldog shook his body to
get Jersey off of him before sitting back down.

Despite his size and appearance, Conrad was still a puppy at heart.
Innocent, even though he'd seen things beyond his maturity level, and
kind, despite the trials he'd faced. So when dogs reitterated their
appreciation for his - and Jersey's - help (though Conrad was certain
they were far less willing to accept anything Jersey did, good or
not, as "help"), Conrad felt pleased to oblige. His tail wagged a big
faster, then stopped completely when Spot's voice uttered some
sinister tragedy. His ears perked when the distant song of their long
lost ancestors danced through the wind.
"A wolf?" he piped up, his voice quiet in surprise, "You saw it? I
mean... the wolf?"

Conrad felt his bottomless stomach do sommersaults. With Jersey
having just talked about White Ember, Conrad had been excited to see
the wolves. Now he didn't know what to do. He didn't know what was
going on or why this was happening. And he was afraid that if he
helped Spot and Fuzzy, that bad things would come to White Ember and
the other wolves he knew.

"Why would they do that? Wolves don't just go after people!" he said,
almost angrily. He frowned and focused his amber eyes at something
intangible and distant, trying to think of what would cause something
like this to happen.

>
> BIC: Fuzzy, smeared with mud from head to tail from his tumble off
of
> the shack roof, and grumbling curses to himself, came padding back
> around the corner and sat down by their new friend, the brown and
> white coloured dog who seemed half at home and half at a loss in
this
> town. Spot joined him, eyeing him up carefully to make sure he
hadn't
> injured himself in the fall, but he was a young dog, and looked
fine.
> They both gave Jersey a muted but vengeful stare, eyes narrowing a
> little, and were convinced she'd sprang out of some undiscovered
crack
> in the fabric between Nome and Hades. And so two more dogs had met
> their match in this backwater settlement, unwilling amusement for
the
> cat who toyed with every inhabitant here.
>
> Neither of them wanted to take a snap at her while she was perched
on
> the head of a dog who liked like he could wring their necks with his
> pinky, however, and it became clear that they knew each other.
> Disgruntled and defeated, the soiled Malamute conceded. "We'd
> appreciate the help," he made himself say, twitching a little, "Our
> friend's name's Thor. Ginger minger, bit of a chauvinist, quite big,
> and a jackass." Grimacing, Fuzzy started to clean his fur. Oh why
> couldn't he have landed in some snow. Ah yes, that's right, spring
time.
>
> Spot gave a small sigh, looking to Conrad and accepting his apology,
> though really he had nothing to say sorry for, it was all that pesky
> feline's doing. Oh she was evil. But they did need help finding
> Thor,
> and their musher. Now that Cobalt was dead... What would they do?
She
> could do this, it was too much for her, being lead dog. Though
> admittedly her team consisted of only one very dirty Malamute right
> now. Thor wouldn't challenge her for dominance, either, the
scoundrel,
> he'd let her lead and take responsibility for all the mistakes,
while
> undermining her and stripping her actual authority with his
insolence.
> A rogue, that one. Still, the task at hand, locating him and Tony,
> that's what they had to do.
>
> "Our musher, too," she contributed calmly, staring up at the cat on
> Conrad's head, not knowing how the guy could stand it, "The man who
> shot at you, if you remember. He was attacked by a wolf, we have to
> find him." As if haunting her words, the solitary howl of that
primal
> species drifted faintly through the town, followed by another,
joining
> it, and filled even to her domesticated ears with a raw suffering
> calling out of the distant past. Two wolves out there, two black
> wolves wherever they were, had caused her life to be turned upside
> down, and now here she was wandering the streets of a strange town
> with her naïve companion. Somehow, one day, she would see justice
done
> to them.
>
> -John
>