Target

The Belgium Shepherd loped in, head and tail drooped sullenly. He was seeking solitude now, rather than interaction with his pack which he would normally want. He had been growing fond of Mitya, but now that growing fondness had been suddenly crushed beyond hopes of recovery. Why hadn't she helped? And why did she stop me from attacking Legosa... his mind rolled these questions around his head, growing more aggitated at the recent happenings. He couldn't figure out why she had defended Legosa; after all, he didn't need much defending. After a while he let the thoughts go; why dwell on them anyway? It didn't matter anymore.

His fur had began to dry, by a wind cut through it and made him shiver a bit. Standing once more, Target moved closer to the den and sniffed it with little care. Then he picked up an intriguing, if not a fairly disturbing, scent. Death. Although he couldn't see into the darkness of the den, his nose told him that some pups had died there, although hardly even their bones were left now. After further investigation, he found the scattered bones of two adult wolves. Puzzled at what killed them, and a bit irked at being in the den, the shepherd beat a hasty retreat from the dank place. He padded up onto the dead tree the den was dug under and looked about. He still wasn't in any good mood, but his mind wasn't brooding over the recent events anymore.

Mitya

The hunteress had followed him here, but stayed downwind so he could not get her scent, she sat behind him as he sniffed around, waiting for something....what she didnt know, but something to tell her it was alright to go near him.

Target

He was motionless for a while as he sat on the barren trunk, and was completely oblivious to the fact that Mitya was behind him. After a while the shepherd lifted his ebony muzzle and drew in a deep breath then howled lightly. He was utterly lonely now, but too ashamed to face the pack for a while. Target just howled out in a wolfish way, although his song was a bit more waivering than most wolves'. Now his tail wasn't drooped, but resting idly to his side.

Mitya

The hunteress sat and looked at him, she sighed. When he emitted his he 'howl' she laughed to herself, but not to be mean or anything. She then herself howled a sweet melody.

Target

His howl ended abruptly as he heard the other behind him. Target stood and whirled around with his eyes widened in surprise before he spotted Mitya. Just as suddenly, the shepherd dipped his head and tail down, considering the wolfess a rank above his own, "Mitya, I didn't know you were there." He spoke lightly with a voice almost devoid of real surprise, but more of an appology. His dark eyes glanced up at Mitya yet he was cautious not to let them linger on her because he still wasn't sure on how she would react.

black fyre

*rushing in to get the rest of the pack she let out a short bark* hurry get to high ground the rivers have flooded and you must get to the top of the hill the currents are mightty strong

Mitya

The hunteress stood, and walks towards him, nuzzling his boa. She was about to say something when Black Fyre came, she frowned then turned and follows her away.

Target

Target was surprised by Mitya, but none-the-less glad for her comfort. Maybe I thought wrongly of her... I hope so. The shepherd thought to himself, thinking that females were more tempermental than males anyway. For the moment, he pushed his troubled thoughts completely aside and followed after his alpha and Mitya, but still held his head and tail down meekly and decided to keep a respectful distance.