Aidan

To be loved is to be fortunate, but to be hated is to achieve distinction

The hybrid sauntered into the lands, holding his tail in a loose, friendly mannter now. After his brother had so vilely betrayed him, he was trying to work himself out of a bad moon. And what better way than to make a new friend? Aidan paused at the edge of the yard, "This is the place. So long as you don't harm the old lady or her pets, she'll help you no matter what. This is even where legendaries come for help." He said importantly. Of course, he was no legendary; he was on the humans' side, more or less.

Jenna

The beautiful purebred Husky trailed behind Aidan, keeping her head facing forward, only glancing around as they passed different scenery. Unlike most other breeds of dogs, her tail was almost always curled up, which didn't really allow her to let it hang. She knew it could get her into some trouble when she visited the wild, but she didn't really fear that. After all, she was a Husky.

Jenna quickly sat, taking in all of the new beauty of this area. Her mouth open, she surveyed the surroundings. She looked to Aidan and gave him a small smile. She then turned her head back around and murmered "Wow," very enthusiastically, but otherwise quietly so as not to attract alot of attention. The only one that could have possibly heard the 'Wow' was Aidan.
She turned her head back around to face him, an unsure look on her face. She didn't exactly need help, but a home. If you could actually call that a need. "I am not in need of anything much, but just a home. I have been wondering if I could stay around here... I know that there is the Ranch, but I am not one for fighting wild wolves and hybrids almost everyday, or one for all of the activity that goes on around there, no offence." she said, hoping that Aidan would at least understand. She knew that he came from the Ranch because she could smell the scent on him. "Do you think the Lady I hear so much about is accepting new Guardians, as I hear them called?" She looked around the place a while longer before adding "By the way, my name is Jenna."

Aaka

Ally of the Shadow Lurkers pack, Aaka trotted over from the porch. She looked over to where Aralyn, a friend of the lady's, was taking care of some dogs. Turning to Aidan her eyes cold she said in her coll winter voice "Good Job at the ranch Aidan. Whose side are you on?" she asked. It was a good point. Was he on there side....or the humans? She glanced at Jenna and said in a soft voice "Go see Aralyn. She will probably take you in."

Aidan

Aidan smiled lightly at Jenna, feeling his heart sink a little when she told him of her desire to stay here. "This is a very nice place. Especially if you like helping other." he pointed out as cheerfully as he could, supporting her decision. Then he looked to Aaka with a bit of apprehension, "I am loyal to my family. Even if... some aren't loyal to me." He gritted his teeth at that, thinking coldly back to Ankh. "But the humans are my masters as well, and the pets are my friends. I am on their side secondly." There was a tone of pleading warning. It was his duty to attack wolves that threatened the Ranch, but at the same time, if those attackers were friends of his pack... it put him in a tough spot.

Jenna

Jenna turned to look at Aaka, one who she did not know. She didn't usually like to take a stranger's advice, if it was advice. She looked to the ground, lowering her tail. When she looked back up, she had a slightly confused look. "Right now I do not know where to stay. Perhaps I will think it over a bit? I think the choice is pretty obvious right now, but otherwise I am heading Downtown for a moment..." she said, starting to think. She felt like she was in a tight spot right now. Many places to go, but not enough time to go there. Maybe she would switch places every once in a while, like stay one place and then shift to another so she didn't get too, attatched to a single area. She raised her tail and started off for Downtown. She called out a simple "Bye!" back to them and quickly disappeared in the underbrush. She had to have time to think.