Mark, Martha, & John

Their vehicle pulled up to the drive and the three people got out. John took the leash off of Honey and stepped outside. He was sure she wouldn't run from him. After petting her once more, he gave a whistle and called for the other pets at the ranch.

Abigale, the matriarch collie of the ranch, came galloping over with her thick ruff billowing in the breeze. She sprung up at John and tried to lick his face. Then she looked to Honey with a questioning gaze, "Who are you?"

Honey

Honey wagged her tail when John patted her head. She hopped ot of the car and sniffed around curious of the new place. Her attnetion was then turned to the collie "My name is Honey. and you are?" She sat down on her haunches her blue and brown eyes watching her and waiting a reply

Abigale

She offered a smile, "I'm Abigale. Are going to stay here with us now?" she asked curiously. "I could show you around and introduce you to the others, if you'd like."

John watched the two, glad that they seemed to be getting along with each other. He dissapeared inside for a moment, then soon came out with a bowl full of food and set it on the porch for Honey, when ever she was hungry.

Becca

*Becca came bounding out of the wodds. At her full growth now she had grown bigger than Abigale even bigger hten honey.Burs covered her fluffed up fur from her collie side though it was the color of a wolf. her floppy ears boudning up and down as her wolf tail raised hi and wagging.She let out a low ruff and lunged at John forcing him to the ground as she began to lick his face while he was pinned to the front porch*

John, Abigale, & Timber

John tried to brace himself, but he was indeed knocked flat on his back. Laughing, he tried to shield his face from the smothering licks, "Becca, it's good to see you too!" he spoke out enthusiatically with a laughing tone still.

Abigale waved her tail all the more and looked to her young master and Becca, "I was worried about you. How you've grown!" she pointed out to Becca pleasantly. Abigale had always considered Becca as a daughter, just as with Shimmer and Ivy.

Timber soon came sauntering up with his head held down slightly. He was slightly larger than his mother, Abigale. And his coat was an equal mixture of black and white patches, although right now it was rather tattered and unkept. He glanced up at Honey, then to Becca.

Becca

*She stoped smothering John and turned to her mother licking her on the nose. She turned and stepped up to Timber.* whats wrong timber? *she nudged his maw. something felt wrong around him. she didn't know what though.*