Kivo

The pit bull was hungry again and very cold. His coarse, short coat wasn't the best thing for the cold winter air! He was also deeply distressed to find his brother and one sister missing; and most of all, Winters Night. She was his savior and mother figure. And Nightcrawler, too. Hungry and shivering, Kivo scrounged around the dump for some edibles and possibly a place to bunk down for a while, or at least for the night.

Rocky Road

The large hybrid jogged into the place, carrying his prize lamb. He did not know what brought him here, maybe because he begun to miss the old alleys. But he could not go back to them, not yet anyway. Someday he would...

He layed down and was about to start his feast when another canine smell mingled with everything else. He jumped up and growled softly, waiting for the canine to appear. Finally he spotted him, a pit bull, no wolf blood from what he could tell, though he had a wolf scent. He growled a bit louder and became stiff, searching his scent for a specific wolf band. Finding none, he relaxed some.

Seeing that he wasn't in a good shape, he did believe he would do anything to himself, so he turned back to his lamb. He watched the canine in the corner of eye and began to feel something strange fall upon him. what was it? Surely something he never felt, but he knew it had a name. He went through several names of emotions and concluded on one, prehaps somesort of feeling sorry for the dog.

He sighed and lifted his body up, carrying the half eaten lamb with him. He jogged hesistantly over to the pit bull, his body actions strange. He tried to show he meant no harm, but did not know how to it correctly. His hacjkles would lay flat no matter how he tried and he could not stop a disobedient growl here and there. But he eventually got close enough to the pit bull and dropped the catch he so longed for in front of him.

He gave the smallest of wags and walked off, prepared to the leave the dumps once again.

Kivo

Unlike his late brother, Warrior, Kivo wasn't the boldest of his breed. His two sisters were braver than he. But what he lacked in courage he made up for in spirit and curiosity.

Kivo was so engrosed with thoughts and finding food that he would have been caught off guard if not for the occasional growls by Rocky Road. Lifting his pumpkin head and floppy ears up, the shivering dog stood attentive and apprehensive while the other approached. His dark, inquizzative eyes searched the body language of the hybrid with uncertaintly.

The pit bull's tail quickly began to wag as he realized that Rocky Road was offering him a meal. His floppy ears came back a touch and his head came down to show submission and appeasment to the gift bearer. "Thank you." Kivo yipped gratefully, then set into the meal with great tenacity. His chocolate eyes darted from the meal to Rocky Road as he ate, watching the retreating figure.

Rocky Road

Rocky Road barely heard the 'thank you'. He stopped in surprise. Those words were never spoken to him. He studied the dog for some time, watching as he ate.

His tail dropped slightly from its almost permenent dominant stance, could this just happen? A smile played on his maw, but his years of death and fighting would not let it come.

He nodded swiftly and sped up to a gallop. He had to get out, the strangeness of what just happened was too much.