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"No." I say lowly. "it means we don't want to be hit by the no-claws, or attacked by other dogs who are loyal to them." I glare at the fae. "You don't know me. you don't know where I came from. You don't know what my life was like before this.You don't know what I went through." I sit down on the dirt, plumed tail swept to the side.

I look back at her interested in what she was saying. I pad back over to her, purposely kicking up dirt behind me. I sit down in front of her. "My dear, you are afraid of others? You can't go through life like that. And where ever you came from-- I suggest you go back. You won't last a day out here with all your pampered fur and claws." I chuckle

"Trust me. If you knew what my life was like, you wouldn't dismiss me so lightly. And who said I was afraid? I was bred to fight. And when I didnt want to, they threw me in the arena for other dogs to kill, as no claw entertainment. I showed them I wasnt about to die. So, back in I went. Again, I refused to let the other dogs kill me. i got them first. Over and over again. Before I got out. So, i am not 'pampered fur and claws' as you say. In my opinion, you're closer to that then I am. So, I have blood on my paws, and I dont want it there."

My laughter dies down as I stare at the dog.

"I am not pampered, I was born in the wild." I say. "I'm a dog. Your nothing but a kitty." I chuckle


(If anyone has a problem with the way I treat they're character, message me and I'll stop. This is just how Alta is.)

"kitty?" I chuckle. "keep it up, sweet heart, and Ill show you just how much of a 'kitty' I am."

(gtg to my dads. He doesn't have a comp or wifi. Be back Sunday!)

I laugh madly at that comment. "Dobermans were bred for fighting." I dig my claws into the ground before continuing. "Mutts were bred for--oh yea, that's right. Accidents."

"You may look like a doberman on the outside, but on the inside your just a lost pup!" He growls lowly "My breed is bred for this sport, thats why we have a stocky build and mainly all muscles"

I raise an eyebrow at the dog. "Dobermans are tall, strong, fast and have great stamina. You may have big muscles, but that doesn't make you stronger, kit." I chuckle

"Yea...Kinda but i do have stamina, suprising speed, and brutal strength you will NEVER have" He snorts as he faces alta "And being such a know it all, you DONT know everything!"

I laugh at the dog. "Keep it up." I snort "Remind me why your my beta?" I chuckle.

I whine softly at hearing the argument. I flatten my ears against my skull and back away, fear in my eyes. I duck my head and run back to a boulder, pushing myself against it in an attempt to hide.

He perks his auds, hearing a russle in the bush he growls lowly. Stopping only to realize it was Beahe hr. Sighing he drops the hare to him,watching him eat as he glances at alta, not wanting to have this onversation in front of his son, growling lowly at her but he stops when Bear looks up

I look at Lilly. "You can join." I say. I then look back to Arnou and raise an eyebrow. "Maybe you can take that dog's place as my beta." I chuckle before padding off.

I growl to myself, realizing its useless to try and talk sense into this biased and narrow minded dog. "Look. Its not our fault where we come from. So quit being cruel to others just because we aren't like you." I turn away before she can answer. I leap into the nearest bush, barely remembering to scoop up my rabbit before I go.

I pay no attention to the female as I continue to pad back to camp. My paws naturally kick up snow behind me as I walk through the lighter snow stacks.

I stay nearby, devouring the rabbit in a few swift bites. I bury the skin and bones, licking blood off of my muzzle.

I slowly retreat back to camp, looking around for Path. I whine, not seeing her and crawl back to a shrub. I curl up beside it and whimper.

Sprat, who'd been travelling for quite some time now, felt weary. He'd came across some scents earlier, and now they were getting stronger. Were his ears deceiving him, or was someone up ahead arguing. Someone up ahead! About time he came across some type of civilization. Only problem was, he didn't know how to approach the situation. He didn't know if anger would be misdirected towards him, or they would welcome him. Despite this, he swallowed his fears and quickened his pace. With his chest puffed out and his ears erect, he strutted towards the gaggle of canines. Ignoring his shaking limbs, both from exhaustion and nerves, he chuffed in a greeting. "Hullo there." He squeaked.
If dogs could, he would've blushed right then and there. Wonderful. He finds a place he hopes he can stay for the night, and he squeaks.

(My aplogies, my starters are always a bit long-winded. ;; )

I hear a new voice, one that doesn't sound like his brains are made of fluff. I push back through the leaves, looking at the new dog. He's a good bit smaller than I, and nervous. I prick my ears--or rather, ear. The other is always down. "hello." I say, blinking my brown and blue eyes at the newcomer.

Sprat gazed over at the heterocromic canine, and let a small smile creep to his maw. "Hope I'm not interrupting?" He chuckled quietly. Words seemed to be on his side now.

"nope. We were just finishing our conversation." I say with a glare at Alta. "so. you're new too?Looking for a place to stay?" I say understandingly, swishing my tail around to sit more comfortably.

Sprat chuckled again. "You've guessed right. I'm kinda just... roamin around for the moment, looking for a new home I guess." He sat, then yawned, his crimson tongue running over his ivories. "Could I stay for a bit? Or if you all would have me?"

"I dont know about them." I eye after Alta distrustfully. "but you could stay in my den for the night. I'm not really a part of their group. We just......butt heads a lot." I blink, surprising myself at the invitation. I don't think any other dog has ever seen the den, except for my family.

The canine's surprise was reciprocated on Sprat's visage. "Oh.. wow.. that- that'd be wonderful! That- thank you! Oh, and I'm Sprat, by the way. A few people call me Tripod for..." He gazed down where his fourth limb would've been. ".. for obvious reasons. You're welcome to call me either. And what was yours?"