Post by Sohtoh on Feb 27, 2010 15:39:07 GMT -5
Starring:
Tsar - Male dog (Borzoi)
Nanook - Male dog (Border Collie/Malamute Mix)
Setting:
Open Countryside
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A cool breeze skims across the yellowing grass, threatening the change into the next frigid season. The sun still shines defiantly through the clouds, counter-threatening to turn the overcast into another warm fall day. A rabbit bursts over a hill, running for all its little life; shortly behind it is a lean, dark-furred animal... canine? A long-legged, long-nosed dog, covering the ground in great skimming strides. Tsar almost catches the rabbit... then it dives into a clump of grass and disappears. The borzoi skids to a stop and digs at the rabbit's hole, but gives up within a few seconds and snaps out a frustrated bark, glaring at the hole between his front paws. "Rabbits! Ugh," he pants, tongue lolling from his jaws.
Nanook has been wandering as of late, getting back into his old, adolescent-like habits. He hadn't been here long, the decision to rest here for the majority of the night made in quite the spur of the moment fashion. He hadn't been here in a long while, and since he hadn't seen the alpha of the pack of dogs in a while, he felt that perhaps he would've been here. The mutt's guess was wrong, but as it turned out, this place was nice. There was a good smell to it. Everything was opened up, there weren't so many things to get caught in his long, heavy fur. That much alone made the place worth staying in. Waking at the sound of a bark, the blue-eyed mutt pushes himself from his sides to his paws, and roughly shakes out his fur, catching sight of the long limbed dog in the distance. It was certainly a dog, but one that he'd never seen before; or any like it, for that matter. "Hey!" He calls out in a friendly tone, tail wagging behind him contentedly.
Tsar startles as he's called to, twitching in surprise. He quickly regains his composure and swings his head back and forth, squinting in the morning sun, sniffing. No scents, but... there! The hackles on his neck stiffen slightly at the first glimpse, then flatten again. Oops, that is most certainly not a wolf! Right, there is other dogs about, though it's been so long since he's seen one. A wagging tail is always a good sign. Tsar gives his tail a few slow waves in return. "Hi there!" Tail lifted slightly in both a friendly and cautious gesture, he trots towards Nanook. He bows his head slightly, trying to catch a good whiff of this stranger.
Any whiff one were to get of Nanook would certainly vary in it's reaction. If one liked the smell of swampy pond water and dirt, then they would definitely enjoy the scent of the young male. Otherwise, they would probably recoil in disgust. 'Dirty dog' was putting it rather lightly. The fur on his paws that was supposed to be white was a seriously dingy near-brown by now, bits of lily pads and other leafy algae still clinging to the very ends of his belly fringe and along his ears. Still, the dog himself was happy enough. He was one who liked those scents. With his tail continually wagging in a friendly manner, his wet nose reaches out to sniff at the taller dog as well, and he grins. "Haven't ever seen you around here, stranger. Nice to meet you, the name's Nanook."
Hmm, earthy, wet... Not an entirely unpleasant smell on this dog, especially as Tsar has grown fond of some of the outdoorsy odors. Noting Nanook's dirty paws, however, makes Tsar mentally recoil. And his belly; the wolfhound can only imagine how long it must take this fellow's thick pelt to dry! He seems a pleasant enough fellow so far, though. Wagging his curled tail lazily, Tsar stops near Nanook and stretches his long neck to return the sniffing. "Pleasure. I'm Tsar," he says with a hint of snob, "I usually stay further up the river." Less... algae, as he glances at the mutt's belly again.
Since the other purebred, Vega had arrived and made herself a part of the pack, Nanook had gotten more used to being judged by his visual appearance. Though the wolfhound didn't seem to be nearly as arrogant as the aforementioned setter, he still grinned a bit when he noticed the way he was being looked at. "I'da cleaned up a bit more if I knew I was gonna be seeing someone around here, sorry about the stink." He comments with a bit of a laugh. "Sarr?" He repeats questionably, the correct pronunciation of the borzoi's name most likely destined to be lost on the feral born mutt. "Well, pleasure to meet'cha. There much activity where you're from? 'Cause there sure as hell isn't much down here."
Tsar has certainly relaxed his attitude regarding his breed quite a bit... or rather, not every dog had the fortitude to be a Borzoi, but he certainly couldn't blame them for what Fate dealt them. His ears lay back briefly in embarassment as he's caught studying Nanook, then he nods with a brief sigh. "Yes, Sarr," the wolfhound confirms. Good enough, anyway. "It's been rather quite lately. I suppose they are all getting ready for the winter." He seems to perk a bit at the idea of the snowy season. "I came up here to hunt, er... I believe you observed my luck tonight."
Noticing the other's ears lay back, Nanook is caught in a moment of staring himself, but quickly shakes his coat out again, a layer of dust wafting around the entirety of his being, kind of like an aura of dirtiness. The mutt's blue eyes look up and stare at the dirt, and another sort of laugh is given. "Guess I should wander to the river or somethin' again kinda soon 'fore it gets to cold." He mutters to himself, and then nods his head, proud of himself for getting the borzoi's name right. "I can't wait for winter. This heat and my coat don't get along too well.. I'm afraid my old dad's side of the family kind of gypped me on that one." Getting off topic, he nods his head in regards to the rabbit. "They're quick little pests. There's some better huntin' a bit further south, actually."
Tsar wrinkles his nose, resisting the urge to sneeze in the resultant dust cloud. And... nose wins; the Borzoi drops his head between his front paws and sneezes. He looks back up with a small smile, and even manages a little chuckle. "It's better than tongue-bathing, ya?" His folded ears perk suddenly, and it looks like a small light flicks on in his eyes. Someone else that... likes snow? "Ah! A fellow winter-lover!" He grins, and glances behind him, as if his former quarry is going to jump back out and give him another spin. "Perhaps I shall go south again..." Then his attention back to Nanook, "You are..." He stumbles over the word, is 'mutt' offensive? He can't remember. "...Mix, ya?"
Hearing the sneeze, Nanook tucks his head downward and grins innocently. "Ooh, sorry about that." He says, and wags his tail a bit more to make up for his rudeness. "Eh. It's alright. Takes me forever to dry, though. After a swim I can pretty much stay wet throughout the entire day. But yeah, better than taking forever I s'pose." At the borzoi's sudden outburst, his triangular ears perk and he tilts his head to a side. "You like winter too? Well! That's great!" He says excitedly, and looks to the south as well, but doesn't say anything in return. "Mix? Yeah, I guess so. Mutt, mongrel, mix, whatever the word is. Ma' was a border collie, and dad was a .. what'd she say.." Looking to the sky in thought, he squints his blue eyes, and then finally remembers the word. "Ah! A 'mal-a-moot,' or something like that."
"Swims are good on sunny days," the wolfhound agrees, "Nice to take only hour to dry." Granted, Tsar's coat may be full, but it's delicate silky hair, not the thick fluff this fellow has. "Mal-a-moot," He repeats under his breath, tasting the word. Bordercolly, Malamoot; neither are breeds he's familiar with. But so few in this new world are. He thinks of stating his own lineage, but decides in this 'mixed' company it might be unnecessarily haughty. He does note this dog's unusual, admittedly pretty, pale eyes. Like reflecting the sky... "Ya, winter, easiest hunting. Nice weather. Best of all, tough on wolves." Tsar grins maliciously.
"That they are.. and I wish I only took an hour to dry.." He mutters with a bit of feigned jealously, and then sniffs at the wolfhound once more. "No offense, but you don't look like much of a winter dog. You got some secret undercoat 'neath all that pretty fur?" In all honesty, Nanook just wouldn't assume that this dog was good in the winter, from outside looks. In fact, him and the saluki, Skylar, looked kind of similar. /Kind of./ "Winter is pretty nice.. but, I hear that this one's going to be especially cold. Times like that, I wish I was all malamoot." A smile forms in thinking about the stories his mother used to tell about his father. "I guess he was some sorta sled-puller for the two-leggeds, way, way up north. Where it's almost always winter." The mention of wolves catches his attention and snaps him back to reality. He didn't hate wolves, but he didn't like them either. He was quite afraid of them, actually. "Eh.. there are a lotta wolves, you go too far south."
Tsar says, "In fact I do," Tsar retorts, a bit wounded. He gives himself a little shake, puffing out his silky curls. Okay, so a Borzoi's coat probably does look pretty pitiful compared to Nanook's; thick and fluffy, almost like a wolf's. At least he's a perfectly respectable black and white, not that mottled dirt-grey. Still! "Wolves, pitiful. I hunt," The wolfhound clacks his jaws for emphasis. He forgets about his irritation, though, at the idea of dogs pulling a sled. Or slay? Whatever it was. "Dogs!" He barks, amused. "Your papa pulled sleds?" Tsar confirms, now rather impressed. "My homeland, the two-leggeds use reindeer! Big elk, with feet like how you say... moose.""
Watching the borzoi with an odd look, he takes a glance over the deceptive fur once more, and holds his head up. "Ahh.. I see." He says kindly enough, and then takes a glance back at his own coat. "I'd trade you coats for the summer." He says jokingly, and then stretches his front legs out, his tail curling as he brought his rear end up, grasping at the earth with his front claws. A yawn is expressed, and he then sits down. Bringing one of his back paws up to scratch behind his ear, he continues on with conversation. "Wolves? You hunt.. wolves?" He asks, the words broken with his scratching motion. "Your homeland sounds kinda strange. In a good way, though."
"My homeland is often winter. Not always, but half year, at least." Tsar plops his rear down, flicking his tail to one side of his haunches like a cat. "Thank you, no," He declines the offer politely with a quick smile. A joke, yes? This Nanook isn't so bad, maybe. "Ya," the Borzoi arches his muscular neck proudly, "I am Borzoi, wolfhound. In pairs, we hunt wolves. Long legs, strong lung, to outrun them. Strong jaw to break necks." His gaze becomes distant, glazed. "Ja, my homeland... very different from here. Far away. I think."
"The winter part sounds nice.. I'd like to go over there for that half a year." He comments, his back paw now resting on the ground but his full attention still on the borzoi. "Bor-zoy.." He repeats quietly to himself, but is shocked at the bit about hunting wolves. "Huh! I never knew that we could hunt wolves!" He says, ears perking a bit, but then laying back in confusion. "You don't.. eat the wolves though, do ya? I mean, they're kinda like us, in a way.."
Lost in reminiscing, a smile spread across his muzzle, Tsar nods slowly, the tip of his tongue flopping out of his lips. "Ya, very nice in winter. Summer is nice too, mild. Lots of things to chase..." His attention snaps back to this planet, dark eyes refocusing on Nanook. "Best not to hunt alone. In pair, one of us takes wolf's attention, other breaks neck..." He trails off, carefully re-studying the mutt. Hmm, he is sturdy, his thick coat would help against wolf bites... Hmmmm. "I think... maybe, other dogs could learn to hunt wolf, too." He adds quickly, "In pack, maybe," then jerks his head back, a bit shocked. "Eat wolf? No, no! No," Tsar shakes his head. Yes, wolves are a lot like dogs, though the Borzoi would never admit it. "No, we just hunt. Two-leggeds take wolf, they don't eat, they take wolf fur, wear it like animal."
Listening intently to all the talks of the borzoi's home land, he grinned at the first parts. The parts about nice winters and mild summers, and about being able to chase things. Nanook wasn't subject to being squeamish about much, so the technique in which the borzoi would attack a wolf were interesting to him too. It's when the wolfhounds eyes land on his coat again, and when he suggests that other dogs could hunt wolf, the mutt pushes himself up to all four paws and grins mildly. "I don't know about that.. they're pretty fast, and a lotta 'em seem to hunt pretty good too." He says, but continues to listen quietly. The mention of two-leggeds and knowing what they did with the furs has him grimacing, and he takes a step back. "That doesn't sound like too good a deal for the wolves then." He says, shaking his head in disappointment at the two-leggeds that he'd never even met. "Anyway, I'd best be getting outta here. I've gotta find some breakfast and maybe take that bath before it gets too cold. So, it was nice meetin' ya. Hope to see you around some time!" He says happily, but then turns around and breaks into a brisk jog to the east.
Tsar flicks his ears in an equivalent to a shrug. Raw deal for the wolves, sure... "Maybe wolf should think before hunting Twolegged pups," Tsar remarks under his breath. He doesn't much care for them anymore himself, but even their young should be left alone. The wolfhound opens his jaws to reply, and a gurgling growl emits from his belly. Embarrassed, he snaps his mouth shut and nods. "Ya, time to find another rabbit, I think." He dips his head in a polite gesture. "I keep eye open for you, ya?" The Borzoi turns away, then calls back, "Good-bye!"
Tsar - Male dog (Borzoi)
Nanook - Male dog (Border Collie/Malamute Mix)
Setting:
Open Countryside
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A cool breeze skims across the yellowing grass, threatening the change into the next frigid season. The sun still shines defiantly through the clouds, counter-threatening to turn the overcast into another warm fall day. A rabbit bursts over a hill, running for all its little life; shortly behind it is a lean, dark-furred animal... canine? A long-legged, long-nosed dog, covering the ground in great skimming strides. Tsar almost catches the rabbit... then it dives into a clump of grass and disappears. The borzoi skids to a stop and digs at the rabbit's hole, but gives up within a few seconds and snaps out a frustrated bark, glaring at the hole between his front paws. "Rabbits! Ugh," he pants, tongue lolling from his jaws.
Nanook has been wandering as of late, getting back into his old, adolescent-like habits. He hadn't been here long, the decision to rest here for the majority of the night made in quite the spur of the moment fashion. He hadn't been here in a long while, and since he hadn't seen the alpha of the pack of dogs in a while, he felt that perhaps he would've been here. The mutt's guess was wrong, but as it turned out, this place was nice. There was a good smell to it. Everything was opened up, there weren't so many things to get caught in his long, heavy fur. That much alone made the place worth staying in. Waking at the sound of a bark, the blue-eyed mutt pushes himself from his sides to his paws, and roughly shakes out his fur, catching sight of the long limbed dog in the distance. It was certainly a dog, but one that he'd never seen before; or any like it, for that matter. "Hey!" He calls out in a friendly tone, tail wagging behind him contentedly.
Tsar startles as he's called to, twitching in surprise. He quickly regains his composure and swings his head back and forth, squinting in the morning sun, sniffing. No scents, but... there! The hackles on his neck stiffen slightly at the first glimpse, then flatten again. Oops, that is most certainly not a wolf! Right, there is other dogs about, though it's been so long since he's seen one. A wagging tail is always a good sign. Tsar gives his tail a few slow waves in return. "Hi there!" Tail lifted slightly in both a friendly and cautious gesture, he trots towards Nanook. He bows his head slightly, trying to catch a good whiff of this stranger.
Any whiff one were to get of Nanook would certainly vary in it's reaction. If one liked the smell of swampy pond water and dirt, then they would definitely enjoy the scent of the young male. Otherwise, they would probably recoil in disgust. 'Dirty dog' was putting it rather lightly. The fur on his paws that was supposed to be white was a seriously dingy near-brown by now, bits of lily pads and other leafy algae still clinging to the very ends of his belly fringe and along his ears. Still, the dog himself was happy enough. He was one who liked those scents. With his tail continually wagging in a friendly manner, his wet nose reaches out to sniff at the taller dog as well, and he grins. "Haven't ever seen you around here, stranger. Nice to meet you, the name's Nanook."
Hmm, earthy, wet... Not an entirely unpleasant smell on this dog, especially as Tsar has grown fond of some of the outdoorsy odors. Noting Nanook's dirty paws, however, makes Tsar mentally recoil. And his belly; the wolfhound can only imagine how long it must take this fellow's thick pelt to dry! He seems a pleasant enough fellow so far, though. Wagging his curled tail lazily, Tsar stops near Nanook and stretches his long neck to return the sniffing. "Pleasure. I'm Tsar," he says with a hint of snob, "I usually stay further up the river." Less... algae, as he glances at the mutt's belly again.
Since the other purebred, Vega had arrived and made herself a part of the pack, Nanook had gotten more used to being judged by his visual appearance. Though the wolfhound didn't seem to be nearly as arrogant as the aforementioned setter, he still grinned a bit when he noticed the way he was being looked at. "I'da cleaned up a bit more if I knew I was gonna be seeing someone around here, sorry about the stink." He comments with a bit of a laugh. "Sarr?" He repeats questionably, the correct pronunciation of the borzoi's name most likely destined to be lost on the feral born mutt. "Well, pleasure to meet'cha. There much activity where you're from? 'Cause there sure as hell isn't much down here."
Tsar has certainly relaxed his attitude regarding his breed quite a bit... or rather, not every dog had the fortitude to be a Borzoi, but he certainly couldn't blame them for what Fate dealt them. His ears lay back briefly in embarassment as he's caught studying Nanook, then he nods with a brief sigh. "Yes, Sarr," the wolfhound confirms. Good enough, anyway. "It's been rather quite lately. I suppose they are all getting ready for the winter." He seems to perk a bit at the idea of the snowy season. "I came up here to hunt, er... I believe you observed my luck tonight."
Noticing the other's ears lay back, Nanook is caught in a moment of staring himself, but quickly shakes his coat out again, a layer of dust wafting around the entirety of his being, kind of like an aura of dirtiness. The mutt's blue eyes look up and stare at the dirt, and another sort of laugh is given. "Guess I should wander to the river or somethin' again kinda soon 'fore it gets to cold." He mutters to himself, and then nods his head, proud of himself for getting the borzoi's name right. "I can't wait for winter. This heat and my coat don't get along too well.. I'm afraid my old dad's side of the family kind of gypped me on that one." Getting off topic, he nods his head in regards to the rabbit. "They're quick little pests. There's some better huntin' a bit further south, actually."
Tsar wrinkles his nose, resisting the urge to sneeze in the resultant dust cloud. And... nose wins; the Borzoi drops his head between his front paws and sneezes. He looks back up with a small smile, and even manages a little chuckle. "It's better than tongue-bathing, ya?" His folded ears perk suddenly, and it looks like a small light flicks on in his eyes. Someone else that... likes snow? "Ah! A fellow winter-lover!" He grins, and glances behind him, as if his former quarry is going to jump back out and give him another spin. "Perhaps I shall go south again..." Then his attention back to Nanook, "You are..." He stumbles over the word, is 'mutt' offensive? He can't remember. "...Mix, ya?"
Hearing the sneeze, Nanook tucks his head downward and grins innocently. "Ooh, sorry about that." He says, and wags his tail a bit more to make up for his rudeness. "Eh. It's alright. Takes me forever to dry, though. After a swim I can pretty much stay wet throughout the entire day. But yeah, better than taking forever I s'pose." At the borzoi's sudden outburst, his triangular ears perk and he tilts his head to a side. "You like winter too? Well! That's great!" He says excitedly, and looks to the south as well, but doesn't say anything in return. "Mix? Yeah, I guess so. Mutt, mongrel, mix, whatever the word is. Ma' was a border collie, and dad was a .. what'd she say.." Looking to the sky in thought, he squints his blue eyes, and then finally remembers the word. "Ah! A 'mal-a-moot,' or something like that."
"Swims are good on sunny days," the wolfhound agrees, "Nice to take only hour to dry." Granted, Tsar's coat may be full, but it's delicate silky hair, not the thick fluff this fellow has. "Mal-a-moot," He repeats under his breath, tasting the word. Bordercolly, Malamoot; neither are breeds he's familiar with. But so few in this new world are. He thinks of stating his own lineage, but decides in this 'mixed' company it might be unnecessarily haughty. He does note this dog's unusual, admittedly pretty, pale eyes. Like reflecting the sky... "Ya, winter, easiest hunting. Nice weather. Best of all, tough on wolves." Tsar grins maliciously.
"That they are.. and I wish I only took an hour to dry.." He mutters with a bit of feigned jealously, and then sniffs at the wolfhound once more. "No offense, but you don't look like much of a winter dog. You got some secret undercoat 'neath all that pretty fur?" In all honesty, Nanook just wouldn't assume that this dog was good in the winter, from outside looks. In fact, him and the saluki, Skylar, looked kind of similar. /Kind of./ "Winter is pretty nice.. but, I hear that this one's going to be especially cold. Times like that, I wish I was all malamoot." A smile forms in thinking about the stories his mother used to tell about his father. "I guess he was some sorta sled-puller for the two-leggeds, way, way up north. Where it's almost always winter." The mention of wolves catches his attention and snaps him back to reality. He didn't hate wolves, but he didn't like them either. He was quite afraid of them, actually. "Eh.. there are a lotta wolves, you go too far south."
Tsar says, "In fact I do," Tsar retorts, a bit wounded. He gives himself a little shake, puffing out his silky curls. Okay, so a Borzoi's coat probably does look pretty pitiful compared to Nanook's; thick and fluffy, almost like a wolf's. At least he's a perfectly respectable black and white, not that mottled dirt-grey. Still! "Wolves, pitiful. I hunt," The wolfhound clacks his jaws for emphasis. He forgets about his irritation, though, at the idea of dogs pulling a sled. Or slay? Whatever it was. "Dogs!" He barks, amused. "Your papa pulled sleds?" Tsar confirms, now rather impressed. "My homeland, the two-leggeds use reindeer! Big elk, with feet like how you say... moose.""
Watching the borzoi with an odd look, he takes a glance over the deceptive fur once more, and holds his head up. "Ahh.. I see." He says kindly enough, and then takes a glance back at his own coat. "I'd trade you coats for the summer." He says jokingly, and then stretches his front legs out, his tail curling as he brought his rear end up, grasping at the earth with his front claws. A yawn is expressed, and he then sits down. Bringing one of his back paws up to scratch behind his ear, he continues on with conversation. "Wolves? You hunt.. wolves?" He asks, the words broken with his scratching motion. "Your homeland sounds kinda strange. In a good way, though."
"My homeland is often winter. Not always, but half year, at least." Tsar plops his rear down, flicking his tail to one side of his haunches like a cat. "Thank you, no," He declines the offer politely with a quick smile. A joke, yes? This Nanook isn't so bad, maybe. "Ya," the Borzoi arches his muscular neck proudly, "I am Borzoi, wolfhound. In pairs, we hunt wolves. Long legs, strong lung, to outrun them. Strong jaw to break necks." His gaze becomes distant, glazed. "Ja, my homeland... very different from here. Far away. I think."
"The winter part sounds nice.. I'd like to go over there for that half a year." He comments, his back paw now resting on the ground but his full attention still on the borzoi. "Bor-zoy.." He repeats quietly to himself, but is shocked at the bit about hunting wolves. "Huh! I never knew that we could hunt wolves!" He says, ears perking a bit, but then laying back in confusion. "You don't.. eat the wolves though, do ya? I mean, they're kinda like us, in a way.."
Lost in reminiscing, a smile spread across his muzzle, Tsar nods slowly, the tip of his tongue flopping out of his lips. "Ya, very nice in winter. Summer is nice too, mild. Lots of things to chase..." His attention snaps back to this planet, dark eyes refocusing on Nanook. "Best not to hunt alone. In pair, one of us takes wolf's attention, other breaks neck..." He trails off, carefully re-studying the mutt. Hmm, he is sturdy, his thick coat would help against wolf bites... Hmmmm. "I think... maybe, other dogs could learn to hunt wolf, too." He adds quickly, "In pack, maybe," then jerks his head back, a bit shocked. "Eat wolf? No, no! No," Tsar shakes his head. Yes, wolves are a lot like dogs, though the Borzoi would never admit it. "No, we just hunt. Two-leggeds take wolf, they don't eat, they take wolf fur, wear it like animal."
Listening intently to all the talks of the borzoi's home land, he grinned at the first parts. The parts about nice winters and mild summers, and about being able to chase things. Nanook wasn't subject to being squeamish about much, so the technique in which the borzoi would attack a wolf were interesting to him too. It's when the wolfhounds eyes land on his coat again, and when he suggests that other dogs could hunt wolf, the mutt pushes himself up to all four paws and grins mildly. "I don't know about that.. they're pretty fast, and a lotta 'em seem to hunt pretty good too." He says, but continues to listen quietly. The mention of two-leggeds and knowing what they did with the furs has him grimacing, and he takes a step back. "That doesn't sound like too good a deal for the wolves then." He says, shaking his head in disappointment at the two-leggeds that he'd never even met. "Anyway, I'd best be getting outta here. I've gotta find some breakfast and maybe take that bath before it gets too cold. So, it was nice meetin' ya. Hope to see you around some time!" He says happily, but then turns around and breaks into a brisk jog to the east.
Tsar flicks his ears in an equivalent to a shrug. Raw deal for the wolves, sure... "Maybe wolf should think before hunting Twolegged pups," Tsar remarks under his breath. He doesn't much care for them anymore himself, but even their young should be left alone. The wolfhound opens his jaws to reply, and a gurgling growl emits from his belly. Embarrassed, he snaps his mouth shut and nods. "Ya, time to find another rabbit, I think." He dips his head in a polite gesture. "I keep eye open for you, ya?" The Borzoi turns away, then calls back, "Good-bye!"