Bandit

bandit, a beautiful black and brown Alaskan Husky, trotted into the ranch lands, where he wanted to find a home. He hoped to find one. He wanted a place that he could pull sleds around and all of the other stuff. His tail was low to the ground as he waded around in tight circles. His head was low also, his brown eyes just staring at the ground, but he immedietly shot his head up at the scent of humans and other dogs. His tail lifted too. He started barking and howling, hoping to attract attention of humans.

Timber

The border collie heeded the barking and came rushing across the ground with his hackles up and tail raised. With the death of his siblings and father, he was the 'kind dog' of the place, despite the fact that he was rather small in size. Not knowing whether Bandit was a threat or not, Timber was cautious, "What is your business here?" he demanded, ready for an attack. He didn't know that this dog was seeking a home, or he wouldn't have been so crude.

Bandit

Bandit's ears pricked. His fur bistled when the unknown dog came up, teeth bared a bit. No growls emitted from his throat but he could feel them... Slightly. He wasn't used to just have any animal "rush" up to him like that. He usually didn't act like this. He was far from making any attacks. If he couldn't be welcomed here then he would find someplace in the wild to belong. "I come in search of a home..." His tail hung low to the ground. He was more cautious than the Border collie. He waited for the sudden movement of muscle before he would move, just incase this dog would prove an attack, which Bandit wouldn't take lightly.