Vixen

Six pups now lay by my side, but I couldn't take it anymore. I had to move, to walk. I nuzzle each of my children and slip out the door, heading out into the cool night air. I take in a deep breath and shiver slightly. IT was so....Quiet. Peaceful. I could almost orget what had been done to me. I lope out into the open and look around, seeking what I wasn't sure. Company? Friendship? Rihanne had made it perfectly clear that she didn't trust me, nor like me for that matter. I sigh softly. What had happened to cause them to be so hating towards me? HAd I done something wrong? I wracked my brain trying the think of what I could have possibly done. I didn't know that it had been indeed feral wolves that had killed the womans husband and many faithful pets. Maybe I could prove them wrong. I raise my head in defiance. I would show them that not all wolves were bad.

Timber

Nass had been brought in and patched up a while ago, but Timber was still edgy about the most recent attack. His mostly black coat glistened against the moon's reflecting lights as he headed towards the house. Then he paused, eyes catching sight of Vixen. He knew she was here, and knew about the pups, yet hadn't the chance to actually meet her while she was in the house.

The border collie stood stiff and tense, watching as the wolf, of all canines, walked around his property, his domain, like it was already hers. Alright, so there were some issues he had with wolves... but after loosing almost his entire family, one be one, to the roving beasts, Timber wasn't too open minded anymore, to say the least. In the past he had been, but this was the present.

An ominous growl vibrated in his throat as his eyes shot from Vixen to the door of the mudroom, hanging slightly ajar from when she exited.

Rihanne*Minx

Rihanne arrived soon, watching Vixen carefully as she roamed around. She came up beside Timber protectively, snarling. Rihanne and Timber were now the only remainders of the pets who had been here when she had arrived here as a pup, and the copper-curled mix had lost enough friends to wolves. She stepped up beside Timber and murmured into his ear, softly. That's Vixen, she says. Doesn't seem like she means harm, but she was pregnant when she got here so she couldn't do much damage, anyway. NOW is when to worry.

Minx had been watching the pair from her place in the bushes, and sauntered forward to speak with her smaller sister. Giving her a light cuff over one ear as an admonishment, she spoke with a touch of coolness in her voice. Rihanne! You of all should remember what it is to be wild. And you of all should know that every being in the world has their own choice to be light or dark, and that you cannot tell by sight. Give the girl a chance, for heaven's sake!

Rihanne was about to deliver a sharp retort, but Minx trotted to greet Vixen, stopping several yards away and speaking softly. Hi there. I'm Minx, sister to Rihanne, that coppery snoot over there.

The snow coloured brujo wagged his tail. His haunches rested on the Van's flooring near to Aurora. His keen ears were alert and up as his head swiveled out the window, the Ranch in sight. His tail wagged, the liveliness exciting him. The body began to shake as Winter got erady to stretch out after the drive from the breeder's to the ranch. Guardian got ready to leap out, having smelled a farmiliar smell of a sheep. He saw them from not far off, and he turned to Aurora.
"There's sheep here!" He whispered excitedly.

I giggle at Minx's words and reply "I'm Vixen. My pups are in there." I nod towards the mud room. "I had six." I say proudly. I wag my tail and it brushes the ground gathering leaves and dirt. I hear a truck coming and my chrome auds perk as I look towards the cause of the commotion. "What in the world is that?" I ask. I had never seen a truck before. Hell, the woman here was the first human I had ever seen. I can smell a dog intermixed with the exaust fumes and I sneeze a few times trying to rid myself of the unusual smell. I glance to Rihanne and Timber and I can see that they both don't like me. Well fine then. I raise my head up proudly and stand again. I will prove to them that I am worthy.

The female Kuvasz lay still in the truck, her dial occasionally turning although she wasn't as fascinated as her male counterpart. However his speak of the sheep, and the meer scent brought her to a more alert state. Her Eyes widened some and her large peaks were perked,and even her body lifted to a sit. Brown eyes seemed to glow with new life, one which only her fuzzy family could bring. Sure she was not a sheep, and she knew that well, but as a pup she had been taught that sheep were family. And so, unlike border collies which often nipped at the heels of sheep, she need only send an alarm and they knew what to do. Almost comparable to a human firedrill. However with a new flock to guard over, she would need time to bodn with them, as silly at it did sound.

Artemis padded slowly towards the house, wounds still in the process of healing although it was mostly appearances now. Any real pain from her injuries were few and far between, making her feel more alive then ever. Her nares twitched at the scent of a wolf, however she could hear no commotion. When she finally did see the fae, her eyes found themselves looking over the female, sizing her up. She knew neither Vixen nor Minx, but only Vixen posed some threat to her family. Minx had come on Rihanne's asking, and because ofthis she had no question of alliance. But one could feel the tense air that lay between Timber and Rihanne, and the new wolf.

Her dial lifted a bit, tiarar turning and gaze falling to her family. She came up beside them, a ligth nudge and a gentle ear grab given to TImber as she did so. A smile lingered, although her attention soon fell to the smells and sights of the truck over the horizen. Eyes were locked on the vehicle, and her dial cocked curously to the side.

Rihanne's ears perked as she heard the familiar rumble of a truck, and her nostrils flared as her harks told her brain that these were not the sounds of her masters' truck. Her nose confirmed the difference: the oncoming truck used a different brand of gasoline, which smelled completely different from that which was always in the family's vehicle. The newness of it was enough to let the coppery female come partially out of her guarded position, nose freely questing at the air as she tried to guess what it could be.

Minx smiled at Vixen's words and was about to reply when she too heard the distant rumble of incoming tires, and she skidded out of the pebbled driveway to one side. She had no particular reason to fear cars, but she could tell by looking at them that these were not the things to get in the way of. Moving aside into the grass, she let her sensitive nares go to work, searching for a hint of what this might be.

Guardian waited for the car to stop, a set expression on his face as it slowed to a stop. Waiting to be let out, Guardian looked to Aurora.
"We're gonna spend most of our time with these neww sheep, aren't we? It smells like there's a lot of animals, horses and chickens and cows...But the sheep must be different here. I already miss the old sheep. Time to move on, though!" Winter was trying to convince himself more than question his friend. He nudged the door, waiting to be released.

My eyes follow the truck as I to leap out of the way, closer to Minx now. Softly I murmer "What is that?" I had never seen a truck before, and Timber, Minx and Rhianne were the only canines I had seen, plus Nivi the cat. I stare hard at the truck when the scent of more canines hits my nares. I shiver in excitement. If their new, maybe I could make a good impression on them! Wishful thinking though. These dogs were trained to kill others like me. Wolves. I don't know that though, and wait in anticipation for the humans to let them out.

Minx let her nose explore the scents, a slight quiver of excitement and a touch of fear running through her. A murmured question caused her harks to perk, and she replied softly, her voice a whisper. I don't know... I am only newcome to these lands. And she sneezed, all the new smells wound up in the familiar scent of canine making her nose itch. They've got dogs with them, though.

Rihanne's questing nares finally caught the smell of dogs, and she let out a flurry of excited barks, trying to attract the mistress' and master's attention, as well as those of the other ranch pets. Incoming truck! New arrivals! Hop to it! She wasn't yet sure whether these new canines would be friend or foe, and so wanted all the guardians present just in case.

Flipping the gear into park, Martha shut the truck off and hopped out. Walking briskly around the back of it, she opened up the door to the covered truckbed to let the two new guardians out, "Here we are, your new home!" She said, looking from one to the other. "It's time to meet the flock now."

Timber narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't hold as much reserve against the newest of the arrivals, for they were pure dog. From experience, he found the pure-bloods more along the lines of trusting than the wolves. Still, like Rihanne, his guard was certainly up. With a look to his friend, he headed towards Martha and the back of the truck. His black-pelted head was raised up as he waited for the two to come out.

As soon as the woman released him, Winter took a mighty leap to land out onto the gravel. He turned to look at Aurora, then to all the other dogs. His tail wagged. But he let it be known he was friendly, for he had been tipped off the dogs here were very protective and guarding. Careful paws carried him over to Rihanne, the closest.
"Hi, I'm Winter. The human says I am going to help protect the sheep here. May I ask your name? All of you?"Winter's head swerved to look at each dog and wolf in turn.

The large snowy fae stood up, her body the reaching the standard maximum for a female of her breed. Her and Winter had both come from strong lines, which was what had been asked for at the time of thier chosing. When Winter jumped down her eyes or chocolate fell to the dogs below, no first impressions made as of yet. She left off the truck in a strong motion, holding herself high once she regained her footing. Her nares twitched, dial turning as she faced the direction of the pasture. Un;ike her fellow Kuvasz, she said nothing, her attention else where. She was a friendly fae, but she was all buisness, and this did not quite qualify as such.

Artemis waved her banner at the sight of Martha, although the large white canines on the truck held her intrest a bit more. They were larger then either Timber or Rihanne, and she herself actually remained smaller then them. She was an average size for a female wolf, but these dogs were even bigger then that. Thez reminded her of the King Hounds which had come to the ranch but somehow vanished over time. However, they were not as big. The silver fae became lost in such thoughts, and was onlz brought back by the new voice belong to Winter. "Names Artemis" Though her talk was short, she gave a kind smile, tail swaying side to side.

I yip at Guardian and say "I am Vixen." My tail wags to and fro as I smile. I trot over to Martha and nuzzle her hand then lightly bat Guardian on the head. "Are you new here? I am. I decided that I'm gonna stay here and help. My pups are going to help when they are older!" I am so excited. The male seems so friendly. The female is a bit stand offish but thats ok, Guardian makes up for it.

Martha stood off to the side for the moment, making sure the transition with the new dogs went smooth enough. "Easy, now." She said lightly, hoping to convey that all was well with these two new guardians.

Timber's stance was ridged still, his tail high and unmoving at first. He wasn't too crazy on dominance around this place, but at the same time, he wanted to show his authority. "Timber." The collie said at last, easing up his posture just slightly. "Be prepared for the worst." He was hesitant to get to know these two very well, for death always seemed to loom near. Even the great Becca had eventually been taken, and it was a miracle that the little collie was still alive, of all his family.

While the dogs mingled, Martha headed inside for a moment.

Rihanne immediately moved to greet Martha, though her usual enthusiasm was dampened a little by the prescence of strangers. Still, Guardian seemed friendly enough. Though she kept very close to Martha, head held high and stiff, she managed to keep the growl out of her murmured Rihanne.

She turned her brown eyes to Timber, knowing that posture too well by now. Being almost four years old, she had been raised with the collie, and knew that he was thinking the very two things that she was: first, that it was still possible that these newcomers could not be trusted, and second, that whenever you got close to someone around here, they seemed to die. She wasn't about to let herself in for more pain. Her eyes held his for a moment, and then she followed Martha inside, not about to leave her alone until she was certain these new dogs were to be trusted.

Minx was less guarded than her sister, and actually stepped forward, tail wagging a little, as soon as the truck stopped. I'm Minx. I'm just visiting here for a while. She put abit of emphasis on the 'visiting', for she still hadn't decided that she wanted to stay here, and wanted to keep her options open. Still, she smiled, welcoming these two new ones.