Sprite

The young Border Collie silently wandered into the land, in hopes of his first real friend.
His glossy canvas swayed slightly in the breezes. He noticed it was getting fairly warmer. He couldn't wait until it was very warm, so he could have fun, running, playing, and all the other stuff. His nose guided him around the area, getting nearer to the barn.

Niavy

The pale-tan tabby was resting on a loft near the top of the barn when she spotted the collie. His manner seemed friendly enough, and his breed was that of most of the pets that lived here. She elegantly hopped down from the loft, traveling down slanted beams and jumping from stacks of hay until she was on the ground. Still, the small feline stayed hear enough to the hay so she could jump to it for safety if need be.

"A lone collie? Or a lost pet?" he questioned loudly to gain his attention, if he hadn't noticed her already, "This place is in need of another pet." Her voice and attitude seemed aloof, but she could be helpful when the mood was on her.

A few other feline eyes peered down at Sprite from the loft, but they declined to come down yet, prefering the safety of height.

Sprite

The collie's ears pricked at the voice of the tabby. So long he hadn't heard voices, only those of his mind.
"Yes, I am a lone collie. I am in search of humans. I don't know what for, and thats a problem."
His tail swayed to the sides, but stopped restlessly.
"I never met a cat, but have heard of them. I came here to mainly just meet others, but it's not going to well though. You live here?"
His gaze adverted back to the hay the tabby was on.

Naivy

Niavy relaxed a bit, seeing he wasn't going to attack her. "Dogs seem dependant on humans." she pointed out, but lightened up her mood, "And yes, I live here. There are many others too. And if you are seeking humans, you've come to the right place." Niavy dared to take a few ginger steps nearer to him, "They live in the house, and that's where you're bound to meet them. But you can wait here as well, because Mark is sure to happen by this way sometime today."

Niavy looked past Sprite a moment, "Mark is one of the three humans that lives here. He has to come in here everyday to care for his horses and, us, of course." Niavy said in a dainty voice, "Would you like to wait for him?"

Sprite

The collies ears sprung up at the sound of the word humans.
"I wish to live in a place like this, it's better than in the bitterness of the outback."
His deep brown eyes were fixed on the cat.
"I have heard of horses before, too. Never seen'em though. I predict I havn't seen much of anything at all. I have made contact with a wild horse though, known by the name of Shatan. I soppose I will wait here."
With that, he sat on his haunches and pateintly stared around.

Niavy, Baby, Nass, & Mark

Niavy nodded in understanding, "You have a lot to learn, then. By the way, what is your name? If you care to know, I'm Niavy." She took her place on a wide, dusty window ledge and curled his tawny tail about her side and waited for someone to come.

It wasn't long before the man came into the barn with a small bag of food cradled in one arm. Spotting Sprite, he froze in his place, then said tentively, "Hey, dog, what'cha doing around here?" His voice held caution because he wasn't sure if Sprite was aggressive or not. But like his wife, he was gladly take in another dog. Especially a collie.

A smaller cat sprinted over to Mark, rubbing against his legs and purring a strange tune. Her eyes looked too large for her small head and tiny body. Her cheek bones were rather prominant and her feline muzzle was very dainty and small. For her small stature and akward facial features, Baby was a very affectionate and loving cat.

From a nearby stall, a chestnut stallion tossed his head up and gave a whinny. He knew Mark was coming to feed him. This was Nass, a youngish quarter horse and a favorite of the humans.

Sprite

His head shot up at the sound of a human voice. His tounge hung out of his muzzle as he stood on all fours.
'interesting,...' he thought to himself. He slowly started wagging his bushy tail, and slowly walked a bit closer to Mark.
His tounge still hung out as he turned his head at the sound of a whinny.

Mark, Niavy, Baby, & Nass

Mark noted the wagging tail and the small approach. "That's a good boy; you're a good dog, huh?" he continued on, encouraged that Sprite seemed to be familiar with people. It was also encouraging to see that Niavy wasn't puffed up and hissing at Sprite, so Mark knew this collie must be a good dog. "Wonder if you'll stick around?" still he talked, but his face turned a bit hard, sad. He remembered with pain that his dog had just died. Rollin was his best friend. Mark turned and headed towards Nass.

The horse tossed his head, giving another whinny to Mark. He reached his long head out and was rewarded with a pat on his snout. The man filled his feeding trough and put new water into his container.

Niavy turned once more to Sprite, "Follow him around for a while and he'll adore you. If he seems a bit unresponsive, it's because one of his dogs was killed recently." Niavy, despite her distance in emotion from the dogs, seemed to be a bit upset as she said this, although she tried to hide it. "My little sister will tell you more if you wish." Niavy nodded to Baby, who was following Mark around, purring and meowing.

Sprite

The collies ears pricked forward as Mark walked off. He had listened to what the cat had said,
"I lost my parents right after I was born. Terrible."
Forgeting some about that, his ears pricked more, and he slowly approached Mark. He sneezed before sitting down next to him. He licked his muzzle and looked around.

Becca

Becca decided getting away from the ranch house might do her some good. So much sadness hung in the air there. She noticed Mark and another collie. Becca changed her walking pace into a fast gallop. It had been awhile since she had seen mark. She could feel his sadness she had it to. But she was going to try and stay happy and keep Mark and the other two-leggers happy. Ignoring sprite for the moment Becca reared up on her hind paws placing her muddy paws on Marks shirt. She whined and licked his face. She liked being able to do that to the humans since she was such a large hybrid.

Mark, Baby, & Nass

Mark turned around in surprise, but laughed warmly as the big hybrid greeted him. He patted her side and scratched her head, not caring how dirty she was making him. This greatly upped his spirit. Mark moved over to a nearby shelf and pulled out two bones and tossed one to Becca and one to Sprite.

Baby purred louder, rubbing against Becca's legs while trying not to get stepped on during all the comotion. "We will have a big family again. You will stay with us, right?" she asked innocently, looking to Sprite.

Nass looked at the new collie, "You will help protect us?" he questioned, then grabbed a mouthful of hay and oats to munch on.