Target

The black shepherd sauntered in with his head and tail drooped down, signifying his sullen mood. He stayed clear of Ghost and the other wolves who had joined the pack most recently. Not even seeking out his friend Mekenis, Target slumped down at the base of a tree and rested his head on his fore paws.

Mitya

She walked over to him from the kill she had just brought in, looking at him from a small distance, she shook her head.

Target

He rolled his eyes over, glancing at her without moving her head. Then the shepherd shifted slightly and pulled his ears back, turning his gaze away from her again with a hefty sigh. Target certainly wasn't in a good mood. Wondering where his friend was, but not feeling like looking for him, the dog simply laid there. He was content on ignoring everyone right now.

black fyre

*thinks if only he didn't have his stupid attitude he wouldn't be where he was right now.*

Target

The scent of Legosa reached his nostrils, and his fur bristled slightly. He figured he would be safe from the brute's wrath while Black Fyre was around, but he was beginning to doubt that he'd be able to count on Mitya for help. Standing and shaking his fur, the shepherd padded away.

He leapt into a creek and swam swiftly to the other side before clambering out. Being soaked, his fur now took on a color of deep, wet coal and made his lean muscles stand out. With a vigorous shake, he sprayed water this way and that before heading out of the Central Pack Lands and to the den site.