Name: Reane Hawkins
Gender: Female
Breed: Human
Age: 12
Description: Tall, 6'5. Skinny and caring. Loves animals very much, dogs being her favorite. She has one, a collie/shephard/beagle mix. She found him on the streets while running from her home of 12 other kids.

Tall, young girl around 12 entered the lands of the Ranch. A medium sized dog trots behind her, tongue lolling out and tail wagging furiously. She looks around at the new place, taking in all that had happened. Legs had worn down, she wondered if anyone would mind if She stayed by for a bit. She walked over to a shady trtee and sat down, gazing out with the dog, Darth Vader, by her side.

There had been a few visitors around lately, even one that was staying at the Ranch for a while. So when Martha stepped outside and spotted the girl and dog by the tree, she wasn't as surprised as she would have been if she came across the same scene a few months back. But still, it wasn't something she was expecting. Always happy to meet someone new, the woman stepped down from the porch and walked towards Reane, "Well, hello there!" she announced in a friendly voice, "What brings you around here? My, what a pretty dog you have there."

From a brush pile nearby, a small blackish cat peered curiously at the two newcomers. Five tiny kittens popped their heads up two, emerging from the brush pile. They all stared at the humans and the dog, always curious of new things. But Cali was more interested in making sure Darth Vader would be no harm to her new brood. And more importantly, if he even noticed her at all.

Reane jumped at thevoice, and turned to look up at the source. it was probably an owner of the Ranch. Sorry, I hope you don't mind? she apologized for her appearance. When she heard the comment, she lookedd at Darth, (who had started rolling around) and back to the woman. Thank you.

Darth stopped rolling, nose picking up the scent of kittens and a cat. He arose and trod over to them, sitting a foot or so away, tail wagging.

Martha shook her head, "Oh, no I don't at all! We actually have a visitor who is staying with us for a while." She would offer Reane a place to stay, but she thought it might be akward to offer right away. She didn't know if Reane was just passing by or what.

Cali froze up with the fur along her spine and tail poofing out. The kittens scrambled away into the brush. Cali hissed and took a step back, eyes wide and staring. For being a mother, she was terribly small. "D-don't attack! I-I'm warning you!" she hissed again, fearing he'd try to eat her kittens.

Reane smiled softly. Really...? Then she heard Cali hiss. She looked over at Darth. Cummere boy.Don't trrouble the kitty.

I wont attack. He said calmly unntil he heard Reane. Darth trotterd over and sat by her again.

Martha smiled lightly, "Oh, don't worry about them. That one's feisty for her small size." The woman pointed out, "What brings you by here?"

Cali relaxed a little and settled down top of the brush. The kittens forgot their fears and back to wrestle with each other.

Well, I'd stopeed for a rest here. But I've heard of wolf problems, maybe I can help?

Tahmores was interested in this girl, not so much younger than he was. And she too traveled alone. He wondered if it was for the same reason as he. Walking carefully and silently, as he had learned to living as he had, he came close, though keeping a few feet away. He remembered how dogs reacted to him and especially to Brother. He didn't want to cause any trouble.

Brother came beside him, banner waving a little uncertainly. Strangers were not to be trusted, in his opinion, but that didn't mean that he attacked everyone in sight. He simply walked at Tahmores' side, and when the boy stopped, he curled his body around in front and sat, hardly noticing when the boy laid a hand on his shoulder to calm him. So many strange things! Still, for his boy's sake, he HAD to learn. And so he didn't growl, and he didn't bare his teeth. He simply stood in front of Tahmores, waiting.

Reane turned her head quickly, as Darth Vader's did at the same time, to see a boy and his dog. Darth's banner thumped against the greenground below him. Reane looked at the boy intensly. Hello.

Martha smiled, "Oh, that's Tahmores. He's the one who is staying with us for a while." She put her hand against her pocket, feeling the item that the boy had given to her. Her smile grew softer and she turned to Reane again, "We do have a big problem, really. My husband is at his wits end about it. We could sure use another guard dog. Anything to help us would be greatly appriciated."

She loped/limped back in from the cow pasture. A large gash on her shoulder suggested a fight. That was exactly what happened. The gash was bleeding freely but she hardly seemed to notice and only limpedo n it. She aw the two new dogs and humans. She hadn't known anyone elseh ad moved into the ranch. The hybrid stood slightly taller then both of them. She had once met a hybrid as tall as her, Orca, but she hadn't seem him in a long while. She missed him. She let out a slight woof to Martha. She had killed Skittles. Wolf blood surrounded her maw and had stained it completly. The metalic taste of his foul blood was still in her mouth. She had the look of a murderer in her eyes now. But boy did her muscles ache. They were throbbing from pulling two tiems her weight. Two wolves. She never wanted to do that again.

Nice to meet you, Tahmores. Reane said, uuntil her attention was taken (again) by a hybrid. She smiledd lightly again, held out her hands and said: Hey girl. Bloody murder says battle and a death. Who killed what and what attackted who?

Martha looked to Becca, her eyes widened with surprise and joy, "Becca!" she exclaimed, stooping over to give Becca vigorous pat on the head. Then she frowed, seeing the large gash, "My little gaurdian, poor soul." she crooned, using 'little' as an affectionate term, since Becca was actually the largest of the pets on the Ranch. She glanced to Reane, "This here is Becca. She came to use when she was just a pup, but she's about the best flock-protecter that we have."

Reane smiled at the way Martha felt towards Becca. "She's pretty. And I can bet she's good with flock-protecting, I'll agree."

Tahmores nodded at the girl's greeting, not much for words himself. He sat as Becca game near, as he always did when canines approached. For some reason, he knew that he unnerved both people and canines. And so he sat in his typical position, mouth closed and hands claer of the dagger he wore at his side. Brother, too, lay down, and spoke to Becca. "You're not going to attack me, too, are you? It's getting kind of tiresome. I mean no harm." His tone was one of curiosity, and a slight puzzlement that others were so quick to attack when he'd done nothing wrong. Of course, he knew nothing of the torubles that the ranch had with the wolves, so his opinion was rather one-sided.

She took in all the new scents befor she let herself lay down on the grass with a huff. "I'll only attack you if you attackme or my herds and flocks. That includes cats and chickens."

Elder Brother sighed a little, grateful that Becca seemed to have some sense. "I will not attack livestock belonging to those who have been so kind to my young charge, here. When my pack still lived, we never hunted among the human supply, anyway. I never have developed a taste for it." And he shook his head, still missing his pack. "I am Elder Brother, and this is my boy, Tahmores, the wild dog. You are?"

"Becca." She kept her ears perked up listening for sounds of livestock or wolves that may approach to get the humans.