Nell & Sheba

Sheba limped into the barn, and she heaved her self atop a bale of hay. She sighed. She was getting quiet hungry and didn't feel like talking with anyone until she was healed of her almost fractured leg. She laid herself down, crisscrossed her paws, and sat her head on them. She had stepped in a hole made by some animal while she and her brother were playing. Now she knew better, but was very well worried about never having fun again.

Nell poked his muzzle past the large barn door shortly after Sheba entered. He slowly pushed the door to open the space more. He quietly padded in, tail hanging low, body tense, head cast downward. He was in no mood to put up with animals that meant harm. He sat down near the haybale that his sister slept apon. He kept a sharp lookout for humans and other dogs entering into the barn.

Nass & Niavy

A horse poked his head out of a nearby stall and eyed the two with wide eyes. His nostril's flared and his ears shot forward, "You're not here to cause any trouble, right? Cause my master and my friends won't take kindly to that..." Nass had seen two of his horse friends killed by wolves and other canines. He was very frightened by them.

Sitting on the loft above them was a yellow-tan tabby. She looked down casually at the two, "Don't worry, Nass. They don't seem to want trouble. Correct?" Her tail flicked idly from the edge of the loft, "What brings you two here anyway?"

Nell & Sheba

Sheba pretty much ignored the cat, but the horse? Her ears shot up and so did her head. She glared at the horse. Never had she really seen one before, but she always could smell them, and therefor recognized the scent, immedietly indicating he was a horse. She flopped her tail over and around. She looked to her brother, wanting him to talk instead of herself.

Nell looked a bit confused, but he was happy anyway that somebody was here at least. He cocked his head at the sight of horse and cat. He however, wasn't astounded by the creatures. He knew they lived in barns with each other, therefor being called barncats, but horses, he did not know. He let his brown eyes scan the two, a now worried look on his features. "We haven't come to harm anything... My sister here needs help. Her leg is almost fractured and it gets worse every step..." he said in responce. His body sat idle next to the haybale which his sister rest on.

Nass & Niavy

"Help is your reasons. Fair enough." Niavy responded standing and stretching at the edge of the loft, "They expect payment for helping you." the tabby pointed out, "And of course attacking any of us would warrant your death..." she paused to let her words sink in, "Will you hang around if you get help? Or are you here for help and then leaving?"

Nass snorted lightly, craning his neck out as far as he could to get a better look at them. Niavy was commonly the one to greet wolves and other that came to the barn. He himself wasn't much for talking to strangers, but curiousity got the better of him, "How did you get hurt?"

Nell & Sheba

Sheba got a frantic expression on her features, but just decided to take it easy. She didn't like to talk about bad times, but would make an acception this time. "I stepped in a deep hole while running." She turned her dark brown eyes to the horse, and then rested her head on her paws again.

Nell looked around. He would do anything to get his sister help, and would stay if it meant getting the help she needed. His own brown eyes turned to Naivy. "We will hang around. If it means of getting help." He himself stretched out. He yawned. The softness of the hay was getting to him, slightly. But he continued his watching. Sheba kept her gaze on the hay. She needed to release her energy, now. She had saved it up, just sleeping here. She too, yawned. She stood, keeping all of her weight devided onto her front right, front left, and hind left leg. She stretched.

Naivy, John, & Nass

Naivy nodded, "Good then. You will have plenty to eat and recieve any help that you need. And on your end of the bargain... you must protect this place and the animals here from other wolves and such." Niavy's ears perked up, "Someone's coming. Make a good impression."

A tall, teenage-age boy Spotting the two collies and froze in surprise. From the recent and devestating attacks, the humans were hesitant to say the least about strange canines. But Niavy sprung down from the loft and strode casually by the two dogs, making a blunt statement that they weren't the killer kind.

John knelt down slightly and gave a whistle to see if the dogs would respond to it. He noticed how Sheba streched and saw an obvious problem with her right hind limb. Maybe that's why the two had taken shelter in the barn? Many canines had come here injured. But before John would do anything to help them, he had to be sure they weren't going to be agressive to him.

From his staill, Nass gave a loud neigh, calling for attention. He tossed his head and lightly butted the stall door, wanting to get out.

Nell & Sheba

Sheba's ears perked at the whistle. A strange one, never heard before by her or her brother's ears in all their life. She only plopped her head back down, and stared at the new human. She wasn't one to just act out, she had to have good reason. But now that she had descovered more humans, she stood up wearily and wobbled slightly. She whimpered a bit as she tried to gently hop down from the haybale. Then she sat. Her brown ears gazed deep and hard into the human's.

Nell didn't act surprised, but a bit happy instead. Maybe now his sister could get some help? He barked loudly and wagged his tail, thumping it harshly on the ground. He started to slowly walk to Sheba, ears low, tail hanging down. He plopped down right beside her, and lifted his front left paw, something he had been taught to do by past owners.

John, Nass, & Niavy

John smiled a bit, seeing that they appeared friendly. He moved closer and clasped a hand around Nell's lifted paw in a shake. Then he reached up to pet both of their heads. This was the test to see if they were really tame or not. If they didn't growl or snap at him, he'd begin to help Sheba.

Niaby slinked by John's legs, not rubbing up against them like most cats would. She held herself in higher standards for one, and din't like to rub against humans. Instead she gave way to a series of plantive meows, begging for food.

Nass wagged his head and snorted softly, trying to get John's attention as well. He still wanted out, but it was getting too dark to let him out of his stall.