I walked back around the house of the Woodland Farm, tension built up within my muscles. I realized it had been a long time since I last spoke to anyone here or had even been around. I was beginning to feel slightly lonely. Where was Cookie? Akia? It seemed all my friends were gone, or else no one wanted to speak to me. Great... The slash mark that had ran along the side of my dial was fully healed. Now, in it's place, was a thin white line, a scar, with no pain included. It was from back during that horrid day when the stranger had come and threatened my friends and me. I sure hope tragity never strikes twice in the same place. But if it does, you can call me ready. A blank expression was on my elegant, beautiful features as I trotted along. I could smell that "oh so familier" red liquid on the air and it made me wary. But as I said before: I was ready. Not to mention capable. My young human pup master, before he was killed by a group of wild wolves, always had me there as his personal guardian. I took care of his parents as well. They always had me around. What happened to my young master is something that pains me, keeping me from freely saying things and thinking about it. Therefor, I won't get into that. It was a whole-new story. Soon enough I had stopped looking and was up on the porch, my orbs, sadly glinted, but with long lost happiness. I began barking madly(but of course not meaning it that way), hoping one of my pals would hear me and come. Yes, I was back-- but this time, for good.

Bramble had been standing tensely near his friend, unnoticing of Othello at first. He reached his head down to nudge the top of her's, "It'll be alright, Thorn." The young white-tail whispered, though his voice was full of uncertainty and fear. Thorn was in bad shape, with malnutrition and infection from wounds. Bramble himself was not in the best shape, but he was not nearly so bad as his friend.

The young deer lifted his head suddenly, scenting the collie. "Hey!" He called out, "She needs help!" His mother, Icelit, had lived around here before her death. During his short time with the quirky doe, Bramble had come to understand that the canines here were good; usually.

I continued to wait for one of my friends when the sound of voices reached my sensitive auds. I slowly turned around and was on my paws in a flash. My orbs landed on unfamilier faces. In fact, deer faces! I failed to see many of them in my time, so spotting them now was kinda like a big ordeal. To me, anyway. My auds pricked at the young one's vocals as he spoke to me. I immedietly realized someone was hurt. I sped off the porch with a bark and ran to the fawn, halting a few feet away. "What is it? What's wrong?" I asked, somewhat hurrying myself. If I could help this "Thorn" then it would be my very first time trying to do human work. It wasn't suited for me, I knew, but I could remember some of the things that Cookie had done in the past. He had, after all, helped me much and I picked up on a few things. I thought he was one smart pup, actually. I was dying to see him again, and talk about random things. Well, not so random, but it seemed that way in the past. I stood there, pushing away my joyous thoughts and keeping the important ones. I waited for the reply, knowing and feeling confident in myself.

Cookie bounded up toward Othello. He smiled at her. "There you are!" He yipped, giving her a lick. He looked at the deer, and then at Othello. "Want me to help?" He grinned.