Othello

As I walked away from the scene, an angry look apon my features, I barked out to Cookie. I wouldn't stay around there. Not right now. My long bloody cut that ran carelessly alongside my muzzle and then face burned with my intense anger. How dare a human and then a wolf get the best of me? With bared fangs I toppled over next to an old tree away from the site and sat, taking in a deep breath, letting my anger sizzle. It would do me no good to remorse over the incident that had just taken place a little while ago. I felt bitter with myself, to say the least. I would get no more harm from that man, with how untrustworthy he was. I would stay a good distance away from him if he ever decided to come back for another round. But if he threatened anyone, then guess what... It'll be showtime again! This cut didn't bother me that much-- it's just a simple scrape. Like a kid falling from his bycicle and getting a gash on his unprotected knee. As my eyes searched the barren but snow-covered ground I thought about my wound. How long would it last? Would it leave a scar? Will it ever go away? Will the pain ever ease? Will I wither away with it? Yes, quite worried I was at this point, but you couldn't blame me. You'de be too if you were slashed across the head with a sharp knife. Geeze, this wouldn't happen any time soon again. I soon gave up with my questions and laid on my belly, dial resting on my forelegs.

He had never experienced anything like the scence before himself. Cookie walked to Othello and laid down by her. He touched his pelt against hers. A tear came form his eyes. "I'm so sorry Othello. It seems to be my fault. I never wanted harm to come to anyone." He whimpered. His tail did not wag. A smile did not appear on a maw. "I seem now to not have any friends except you and Akia. Others have disappeared here." He cried softly. If Othello were to leave, then he would like to come along with her.

Othello

My head lifted as I noticed a form moving at the corner of my eye. Cookie! I searched his sad features for a single tint of happiness, if any was left. I sighed lightly, moving over a tad to allow him a spot of warmth from where I had been laying. I then looked at him after listening to his words. "Oh, it's not your fault. It's my own. I shouldn't have gotten that close to that... Stranger." I said before placing a little lick apon his muzzle. I sighed once more, wondering what had become of Akia. We were all three like a trio. We had the choice to leave or stay, play or be lazy. Life was good that way. "Hmm, by the way, where is Akia? I haven't seen her in a long while... Not since I left her to see what was going on with the unknown man... I hope she's alright." I stated before resting my head on my forelegs once again. Ahh, life was full of surprises. I had to paw it to that. I would't be leaving this Farm any time soon. Only if a series of bad things were to happen. But never would I stay away that long... This was the only place I had recieved friends at, that seemed just like me in many ways. I awaited for Cookie's reply, all the while wondering what he'de have to say.

Cookie sighed and moved to the warmth. "That stranger is trouble. I hope the Lady will clear that mess up." He replied. He rested his head on Othello's back. Hearing his friend's question, he laughed. "Akia? Oh, don't worry about her. Off hunting or just wandering. Here, let me call her." Cookie yipped. He lifted his maw and parted it. He howled a song, one that was for Akia. He then realized something. He should give Othello a call from him, incase he was in trouble or Othello or himslef were lost. Or just so that he could call her. "Othello, would you like for me to make you a call? I just called Akia's call. It is only for her, and it only comes out of her or my maw. You and I could do that if you like." He said, resting his head upon her back once more.

Akia

Akia's ears heard his call loud and clear. She ran a limping run torwards him. She had been injured. in her foreleg by a hunter. As she reached them, Akia noticed Othello's cut, then the smell of an unfamilliar human. She snorted and came to lay by them. "Heard your call Cookie. Hello, Othello. Been up to some fighting both of you?" She asked. Akia licked Othello and then Cookie before laing her head on her paws.

Othello

My auds pricked and my dial once again turned so my eyes could meet the other's form. It was Akia. I slowly raised onto my forlegs and kept my behind on the ground. The cold snow still nipped at my flesh, despite the thicker pelt. I breathed in a deep sigh of releif, and then ended it with a yawn. Maybe it wasn't a sigh at all. Who knows? I looked at Akia and smiled wearily. "Hello, Akia. And unfortunatly yes. A stranger came onto the land and had threatened us." I stated, scratching the area below my wound with my hindleg's paw while making sure I found the right place. Then I looked to Cookie. "That's a good idea. We should make one up." I said, thinking hard about it.

Cookie nodded. "How about this?" He asked. Cookie lifted a maw and howled a special song. A friendly, silvery song. "Do you like it?" He asked, cocking his head.

Aaka

Another howl was raised this one not friendly. Aakas howl could be heard with mourning and sadness and with the anger in life that she felt. The alphess of the silver glades stalked closer to the dogs her hackles raised head down. She hated coming here but she needed to find an important someone. As she neared the others she growled softly and said in her cold whisper wind voice "Have any of you seen a young black and silver wolf named Abamacho?" There was harldy any question but she wasnt in the mood to deal with a bunch of dogs right now. For all she knew a human could come up and attack her right now. Although the lady knew her that didnt mean anything. A lot of white wolves passed through here. The only thing that set Aaka apart from them was her litter of scars and the grey stripe on her skull.

I tried so hard and got so far but in the end it doesnt even Matter