Acacia

The Husky silently walked along. Her nose had seemed like a voice, telling her to go forth. She usually stayed in the high mountains, but couldn't actually hunt like a wolf, for she is not one. Her instincts told her not to come, for fear of human. But she oviously liked humans, but some could be plain rude.
Her once tender paws had become raw from so much walking she had done. She stopped every once in a while to sniff and take in the fresh air. She still continued walking over the rough ground, still pretty hard and rugged from the coldness of snow. She stopped, and sat on her haunches, waiting for someone to come.

Martha

The woman, wife of the husband of the Ranch, was not in good mood. One of their oldest dogs had been slain just recently during a fight with some wolves. This past summer and fall had seen the slaughter of three other of her collies, sons and daughters to the old male that had just been killed.

But for all of her grieving, a friendly dog was just the thing to cheer her up. She relished in having many dogs at the ranch, not just as protection for the livestock, but as good company too. Her poor collie Elsa had been killed. Elsa was no fighter, but she had fought anyway trying to save some sheep and her brother. Now Martha was left without a friendly dog to keep her company in the house.

As she walked past a window, she spotted the husky and froze. Awed by the beauty of the dog, Martha decided to take and chance and see if she were friendly. Stepping out onto the porch, she hailed Acacia with a friendly call, and waited to see what she'd do.

Acacia

The husky was advancing, but she stopped at the sound. Her ears slowly pricket up, what she heard had been a human. She turned to the porch. Having much knownledge of many humans, she quickly bounded to the porch, which was what Martha was standing on.
She stopped in front, looking up at her. She slowly stepped onto the porch, and started slowly sniffing the one who had found her. She licked at her, but stayed in the same spot.

Martha

Martha smiled when Acacia came to her and licked her hand. She had been careful to read the husky's advance, for sometimes the dogs that came were actively agressive. Her own son, John, had to go the the emergency room once after his wrist was broken and his stomach bitten at. But she could tell this one seemed friendly.

Martha spoke to her in a friendly, motherly-like voice and stretched her hand out to pet Acacia's head. Martha turned away for a moment, heading inside to get something. She returned with a bowl full of dog food and set it down near Acacia, seeing if she would eat it. If Acacia stayed at the Ranch on her own, Martha was more than willing to have her as a pet. But of course, her husband or son would have to see how she was around the other dogs, chickens, and livestock.

Acacia

The husky had watched Martha go into th house and return with dog food. She started wagging her tail like a hurricane was going through, and she gleefully tipped her muzzle into the tasty meal. For so long she hadn't eaten, and for so long had never heard voices. She hadn't talked to anyone else here at the ranch before, but she felt confident enough to explore, like she always used to out in the wild wilderness. She heavenly licked her muzzle and continued finishing what was in the bowl.

Becca

The large hybrid came from the back of the house. Her legs were dragged in the snow. She didn't bother picking them up and out of the white powder. Her head was low and her eyes had lost all the shine they sed to. All this death, those wolves causing it all. First her siblings and now her father. Becca sighed heavily as she found her spot under the porch and crawled in curling up tightly.

Acacia

She was busy on the porch when she suddenly turned, looking off the porch.
Her eyes rolled this way and that, searching franticly for the noise she had heard. Her eyes fell apon another dog, which went under the porch. She quickly hopped off and sniffed at the dog curled up. then she took back her nose and stared, sitting on her haunches.

Becca

Becca noticed the light dissipear from a shadow and looked up. A dog. The hybrid kept her laying position. She sighed heavily again and she just let her head fall to the ground again.

Acacia

The husky was confused, but slightly started wagging her curled tail as her limbs moved her forth. Turning, she took one last look before padding onto the porch toward the human again. She sat back on her haunches again, and looked up.

Bonnie

Bonnie retrieved herself from the tree she had grown to like, and padded to the house. She looked up at Martha and wagged her tail, then looked at the husky.

Hi she said in her usual comforting tone of voice, though it was a struggle to keep it that way. Im Bonnie she told her.

Acacia

The husky's ears pricked forward but off to the side a bit. She turned her head, seeing another dog.
"Hello. I am Acacia."
Her eyes darted to the tree. She shifted her body and looked back at Martha.

Bonnie

Bonnie nodded. You'll grow to like it here, but it might be a whuile before everyone is cheerful again. she informed.

Acacia

"Why? I thought this place was always sopposed to be happy, or something like it."
Her ears flopped a bit.

Bonnie

Bonnie nodded. Usually, but a bunch of wolves have just left. They hurt all of us, but Rollin was the most injured of all. He was killed. Bonnie informed, struck in the heart when she said the last sentence.

Acacia

"Ahhhh, I have seen many, many pass and be killed. Happened to my own parents and siblings. I was the only left alive, but much sarrow was put into place in the after. But I moved on. I expect others to do the same, too."
the husky's eyes seemed full of her own hurt as she shaked her head slightly.

Bonnie

Bonnie nodded.

I understand.