Post by Sohtoh on Aug 10, 2010 21:11:23 GMT -5
STARRING:
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Jethro - Male Dog (Bloodhound)
Vega - Female Dog (Irish Setter)
Itou - Female Dog (Catahoula Leopard Dog)
Wiccan - Female Dog (Mix)
Aularuq - Female Dog (Greenland Dog)
SETTING:
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Paddock Pond - Meadow
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The pond had proven to be a great spot to linger in during the heat of the summer, but now that the heat was fading and the winds were picking up, the short-coated dog was beginning to question his taste in location. Surely the barnyard or something that he'd wandered past a few times would be ideal, but he'd heard whispers through the forest of unsavory creatures wandering there as well. For now, with the heat still sweltering in the air with only the beginnings of coolness to the fall, Jethro laid on the muddy banks of the pond, flea-free and keeping cool near the water. Although his temperature was decent, he still panted to let loose some of his internal excess heat. With a tired groan, the Bloodhound rests his droopy muzzle on the mud below, and smacks his jowls together tiredly as he lowers his eyelids, ready for a nice mid-day dognap.
Even as the male dog lay, a deep red female picked her way across the banks, huffing with every step. Distaste was evident; her tail held high as a flag, though the rusty fur along her spine rippled ever so slightly. Such emotions so blatantly displayed were new to the setter, but even so, she was beginning to learn what it was to be a dog. Long red ears were pushed back as far as her make would allow them, as she teetered on the edge between grass as mud of the bank. Obviously, the female was not eager to step into such a disgusting mess - though as she looked around for another way to cool herself down, a strange scent caught her, held her. Hesitantly curious, Vega padded the scent trail, stopping some distance away from the lounging Jethro, or as she knew him as: some strange, muddy male. Silence became her oh so quickly, as she stood, ever the fail huntress: out in the open, her stark red coat gleaming amidst the green grass of pasture.
Itou makes her way slowly towards the cluster of buildings that marks a farm, pausing now and then to investigate the scents a bit more thoroughly. Buildings mean humanfolk, but they also mean other dogs - and she's not the sort who likes being alone. As she gets closer, she can see the state of disrepair the buildings have fallen into - doesn't mean anything, though. She's seen places with a dozen two-legs in them more of a mess than that. As she scans the area, though, she sees the bright flag of Vega's coat shining from the distance. Yep, that sure looks like a dog to her. She picks up her pace, trotting closer - and though she's not trying for stealth, she naturally choses a route that's decently well hidden, the grass rustling a bit with her passing - but no more than a touch of wind might make it.
A slender black, gray and brown form appears, her legs caked with mud. She blinks reddish-looking eyes at Vega, who she at first takes to be a splotch of blood or something. She makes a whistling noise as her greeting, wiggling her large pointed ears. "Woah, hey there!" one of her ears twists around in a full 180 turn to pick out the noise of another dog approaching. Wiccan dashes over to Vega and skids as she nears, causing a splash of mud, then sits down and wags her tail, "So who're you, huh?"
After a few failed attempts to locate any signs of human life around the old farmstead at the dawning of spring, Aularuq has been mostly absent, away at the edges of the forest where food could be found and where she could (almost) convince herself she was brave enough to face the wild alone. She never got very far, but, she tried. That's what matters, right? As her one lone woodland contact has become scarce, however, the young greenland dog has made her way back towards the one scant hint of human presence with a mostly-dead hope she might find a way back to the life she knew. She's lean under her thick pelt, a bit too lean ever for her trail-hearty sort, panting against the heat. While no human scent hits her nose, something else does, and it's enough to pull the young dog out of her stupor. Dog... dogs! Though no stranger to the aggression of other teams and lone dogs, her delight outweighs even her alarm, and there's a gleeful half-yelp half-howl as she pushes through the underbrush.
Wiccan jumps up with a half-circle turn, and barks before her tongue lolls out, "Hey, another dog!" Pretty much forgetting about Vega, Wiccan skips over toward the yelp-howling dog for a look.
Unfortunately for Vega, it is obvious her decision to stand and peer would not go completely ignored for long. And it wasn't even by the male, laying so lazily in the mud and water. No, some muddy...CREATURE bolted from somewhere that Vega couldn't quite see, skidding to a hault - and SPLASHING her. How...disgusting. Taking a step back, the setter was briefly struck dumb by the slender dog, even after her 'greeting' of sorts. It took Vega a moment to respond; and she didn't even know why she did. This dog was nothing to her; something was perhaps a little off, but strangers in truth. "Veg-aaa," the setter began, trailing off as the dog hurtled off again. Turning slightly, she blinked deep amber eyes in confusion - what in heck was going on? Her disdainful aura dropped as she heard the howling-yelp of yet another dog, making her own lengthy ears perk to their extent, her muscles quivering. So many?
A dog? More like a whole pack, seems like. There's that shaggy red one she saw first, and now there's another one jumping around - and if her ears don't deceive her, another one coming towards from the woods... well, she seems to have found the right place, that's for sure. Though they seem a bit disorderly... well, all the more reason to go down and meet. She gives a low, baying bark, halfway to the sort of sound she'd make while hunting, just to announce her presence and say howdy as she trots closer, her variegated pelt becoming more obvious amidst the grass as she nears.
And that appeared to be the last straw for Vega. Another bark; another dog - another reason to leave. The energetic one was a different story, had filled her with a desire to protect - but perhaps that was merely because of the others youth. Vega had always had a soft spot for pups, and others who needed care; not that she'd admit it. Those barks and howls were of adult beasts, though, and Vega did not feel like that much company. With a whirl of red, the setter loped off into the distance, back to the safety of the old building.
All the noise had woken the Bloodhound from his light nap, albeit a bit late. A good dream was being had, his paws twitching ever so slightly in the mud while they all conversed with one another. But after a few minutes, the wrinkly dog lifts his head and opens his eyes, in that order, and cocks his head at the sudden appearance of everyone. He was literally surrounded by other dogs. Giving a blink, he lifted himself to all fours, and then stretched his back out nicely, his rump in the air and his tail curling back a bit, front paws extending their non-retractable claws comfortably. "Weeeeell, ain't this a surprise." He says tiredly, through a yawn, looking to each individual for a moment, wondering where they'd all come from.
What meeting of dogs was ever orderly? Aularuq has certainly never seen one and she didn't seem to mind, though as she takes in the growing mass of dogs she doesn't quiet seem to be sure what to make of it. Tongue still half-lolled from her mouth, she looks to each in turn as her curled tail gives a traitorously enthusiastic wag even as she tries to rein herself in from bolting among them like an overeager pup. "...wow." She murmurs before she cracks a grin. "I don't think I've ever been happier to see a bunch of dogs! You all /are/ dogs...right?" She says, shooting the unofficial gathering a suspicious look, including the one who comes bounding up to her in greeting. "I've seen entirely too many that looked like wolves in the area and I didn't spend all winter avoiding them just to get eaten now!"
Wiccan laughs, "Oh, I'm not a dog, I'm a chipmunk! I'm not gonna eat you, promise." The mention of eating someone seems to faze her for a second, but she quickly recovers into her carefree mood. She twists her head around to the bloodhound, "Hey, the old dog's up. Hello, old guy!"
Itou steps out into plain sight, her ears perked up as much as they ever are, and grins at Jethro's comment. There's a big wrinkled mass of hound-dog, and another one covered in fluff, and an over-energetic half-grown thing. And her. She gives her head a bit of a toss, chuckling. "Yeah, I smelled some of those wolves, but I ain't gonna go after any of them on my own. I plan to grow old," she answers. The youngling just gets a little snort, and a shake of her head... but she's smiling as she does it.
Old? Jethro wasn't old! He was practically in his prime! Raising a wrinkled brow, he chuckles and gives his body a light shake, wanting to get some of the dripping mud off of his belly but not wanting to send it flying to any of the ladies present. A few of his copper and black hairs flew up in the mix, to which he looked up at and snorted out, properly. "Hello there!" He says cheerfully, his tail wagging behind him. "What brings y'all out here? Not runnin' from wolves, I hope. They done chased a whole lotta critters up ta these here parts if I'm 'mem'rin' it right."
Aularuq is hardly immune to Wiccan's enthusiasm, barely out of her youth itself if the truth's told, and always the joyful sort to boot. At reassurance she seems among friends, the big furry greenland relaxes and sinks down onto her rump with a shake of her head and neck that jangles the weathered brass tag at her throat. "I'm tryin', but, at least they seem to avoid me as much as I do them. I'm Aularuq!" The name falls from a practiced mouth, the smooth auwl-a-rouk a distinctly non-local tongue. "I'm from... well.. not here. Lot of ice and snow and mountains. Definitely not here. I got lost in the winter."
Wiccan wags her tail, "Aularuq, huh? My name's Wiccan, you can call me Witch or Witchy or something." she suddenly seems to notice that her pelt is coated in mud from her slipping and sliding, and promptly shakes herself violently, scattering the muck in all directions with no heed to ettiquette.
Itou chuckles. "Nah, I think them wolves is all busy huntin' other trails, these days. Been smellin' them, but ain't seen them roun' here," she says to Jethro, then nods at Aularuq and Wiccan's introductions. When Witchy shakes, she gives another little snort, but hey - she's no lady either. She's a hound. "Me, well, I ain't lost, I just ain't found what I been lookin' for." A pause, as she looks over the other dogs, and then another chuckle. "Or mebbe I done, but time'll tell us that. Any rate, I'm Itou."
The large hound lets his paws dip into the temperate pond water, eventually walking in practically all the way until the water just barely touches the underside of his chest, lapping up at the murky liquid with hardly a care that it was indeed, murky. Water was water, he figured. Letting some of the water drip from his jowls, Jethro turns around and heads to the /other/ side of the pond to shake his coat out, most of the mud now cleaned off and the water too only clumping little bits of his short fur together. "Nice to meet all of ya. I'm Jethro, and this here's a nice place to cool off from a hot summer day, though.. inn't summer over?" He wonders aloud, but gives a shrug and lifts his highly acute nose to the air, taking in a breath. "Whattaya y'all think about some chow, hmm? Plenty'a rabbits and squirrels and what have you out there.."
Aularuq is a dog of the outdoors and a splattering of mud hardly phases her, even as she slants a mocking, but clearly entertained, scowl towards Wiccan. "If there's no snow, it's all summer to me." Says the northern born-and-bred dog with a boisterous huff of an exhale. Even her summer shed is likely too thick for the heat and humidity of the southern lands. "I can't wait for the cold again. I miss the snow and ice and wind! Any of you ever see the sky fire? It's the best sight in the world, especially when the sun doesn't set." Her fond gabber though is cut off when the word 'chow' comes up. She takes a few steps towards Jethro, ears pricking forward on her wedge-skull. "Food? I'd /love/ food. Only thing I'm good at is fishing! I can go get some? I don't wanna take all of your food... I know how hard it is to get. I know a good creek to fish in. Don't go far! I'll go grab some and be right back!" This said, she turns and bounds off without another word, bolting through the underbrush.
Wiccan sniffs the air, "I think I smell a rabbit. It smells close by... Rabbit or chipmunk or something, I dunno. Anyway, nice to meet you all, I need food." she has made it clear she doesn't see this as a pack just yet, but a certain look of her grin, or a spark in her burgandy eyes, betrays that she definitely sees potential. She hares away after the rabbit-chipmunk-scent.
Now that's talking to Itou in her sort of language. She grins at Jethro. "Sure are. Hardly have to go lookin' for my dinner, some days. Nice and tasty... summer makes 'em plump for us." She hmms after Aularuq. "Shame she's not a hunter, or we could try us some bigger game..." Though the cur seems rather perplexed about the idea of a dog that can't hunt. She glances over to Wiccan. Half-grown, yeah, but maybe if they stick to the small deer, she can manage... but, no; the younger dog is running off as well. She sighs, and mutters, "Been a powerful long time since I had some meat that weren't varmints."
"I hear ya.." Jethro murmurs, but he's not one to complain. As long as he had food in his stomach and was able to rest it off, he was a happy hound. "There's a whole mess'a deer somewhere 'round here.. ain't got ta lookin' for 'em just yet though." The taste of chicken and beef was still fresh in his mind from his owner giving him scraps here and there, but he'd had his share of game too, and was actually content with feasting on rabbits and ground-birds. "If ya wanna come with me, you're welcome ta. I've got them rabbits' scent." And if there was one thing you could trust in a Bloodhound, it was his sense of smell. Without waiting for the mottle colored dog, confident that she'd follow quick if she wanted to follow, Jethro planted his nose to the ground and sniffed around for a minute, before he practically jammed his ol' factory into a rabbit's print, and bolted off for the small meal.
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Jethro - Male Dog (Bloodhound)
Vega - Female Dog (Irish Setter)
Itou - Female Dog (Catahoula Leopard Dog)
Wiccan - Female Dog (Mix)
Aularuq - Female Dog (Greenland Dog)
SETTING:
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Paddock Pond - Meadow
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The pond had proven to be a great spot to linger in during the heat of the summer, but now that the heat was fading and the winds were picking up, the short-coated dog was beginning to question his taste in location. Surely the barnyard or something that he'd wandered past a few times would be ideal, but he'd heard whispers through the forest of unsavory creatures wandering there as well. For now, with the heat still sweltering in the air with only the beginnings of coolness to the fall, Jethro laid on the muddy banks of the pond, flea-free and keeping cool near the water. Although his temperature was decent, he still panted to let loose some of his internal excess heat. With a tired groan, the Bloodhound rests his droopy muzzle on the mud below, and smacks his jowls together tiredly as he lowers his eyelids, ready for a nice mid-day dognap.
Even as the male dog lay, a deep red female picked her way across the banks, huffing with every step. Distaste was evident; her tail held high as a flag, though the rusty fur along her spine rippled ever so slightly. Such emotions so blatantly displayed were new to the setter, but even so, she was beginning to learn what it was to be a dog. Long red ears were pushed back as far as her make would allow them, as she teetered on the edge between grass as mud of the bank. Obviously, the female was not eager to step into such a disgusting mess - though as she looked around for another way to cool herself down, a strange scent caught her, held her. Hesitantly curious, Vega padded the scent trail, stopping some distance away from the lounging Jethro, or as she knew him as: some strange, muddy male. Silence became her oh so quickly, as she stood, ever the fail huntress: out in the open, her stark red coat gleaming amidst the green grass of pasture.
Itou makes her way slowly towards the cluster of buildings that marks a farm, pausing now and then to investigate the scents a bit more thoroughly. Buildings mean humanfolk, but they also mean other dogs - and she's not the sort who likes being alone. As she gets closer, she can see the state of disrepair the buildings have fallen into - doesn't mean anything, though. She's seen places with a dozen two-legs in them more of a mess than that. As she scans the area, though, she sees the bright flag of Vega's coat shining from the distance. Yep, that sure looks like a dog to her. She picks up her pace, trotting closer - and though she's not trying for stealth, she naturally choses a route that's decently well hidden, the grass rustling a bit with her passing - but no more than a touch of wind might make it.
A slender black, gray and brown form appears, her legs caked with mud. She blinks reddish-looking eyes at Vega, who she at first takes to be a splotch of blood or something. She makes a whistling noise as her greeting, wiggling her large pointed ears. "Woah, hey there!" one of her ears twists around in a full 180 turn to pick out the noise of another dog approaching. Wiccan dashes over to Vega and skids as she nears, causing a splash of mud, then sits down and wags her tail, "So who're you, huh?"
After a few failed attempts to locate any signs of human life around the old farmstead at the dawning of spring, Aularuq has been mostly absent, away at the edges of the forest where food could be found and where she could (almost) convince herself she was brave enough to face the wild alone. She never got very far, but, she tried. That's what matters, right? As her one lone woodland contact has become scarce, however, the young greenland dog has made her way back towards the one scant hint of human presence with a mostly-dead hope she might find a way back to the life she knew. She's lean under her thick pelt, a bit too lean ever for her trail-hearty sort, panting against the heat. While no human scent hits her nose, something else does, and it's enough to pull the young dog out of her stupor. Dog... dogs! Though no stranger to the aggression of other teams and lone dogs, her delight outweighs even her alarm, and there's a gleeful half-yelp half-howl as she pushes through the underbrush.
Wiccan jumps up with a half-circle turn, and barks before her tongue lolls out, "Hey, another dog!" Pretty much forgetting about Vega, Wiccan skips over toward the yelp-howling dog for a look.
Unfortunately for Vega, it is obvious her decision to stand and peer would not go completely ignored for long. And it wasn't even by the male, laying so lazily in the mud and water. No, some muddy...CREATURE bolted from somewhere that Vega couldn't quite see, skidding to a hault - and SPLASHING her. How...disgusting. Taking a step back, the setter was briefly struck dumb by the slender dog, even after her 'greeting' of sorts. It took Vega a moment to respond; and she didn't even know why she did. This dog was nothing to her; something was perhaps a little off, but strangers in truth. "Veg-aaa," the setter began, trailing off as the dog hurtled off again. Turning slightly, she blinked deep amber eyes in confusion - what in heck was going on? Her disdainful aura dropped as she heard the howling-yelp of yet another dog, making her own lengthy ears perk to their extent, her muscles quivering. So many?
A dog? More like a whole pack, seems like. There's that shaggy red one she saw first, and now there's another one jumping around - and if her ears don't deceive her, another one coming towards from the woods... well, she seems to have found the right place, that's for sure. Though they seem a bit disorderly... well, all the more reason to go down and meet. She gives a low, baying bark, halfway to the sort of sound she'd make while hunting, just to announce her presence and say howdy as she trots closer, her variegated pelt becoming more obvious amidst the grass as she nears.
And that appeared to be the last straw for Vega. Another bark; another dog - another reason to leave. The energetic one was a different story, had filled her with a desire to protect - but perhaps that was merely because of the others youth. Vega had always had a soft spot for pups, and others who needed care; not that she'd admit it. Those barks and howls were of adult beasts, though, and Vega did not feel like that much company. With a whirl of red, the setter loped off into the distance, back to the safety of the old building.
All the noise had woken the Bloodhound from his light nap, albeit a bit late. A good dream was being had, his paws twitching ever so slightly in the mud while they all conversed with one another. But after a few minutes, the wrinkly dog lifts his head and opens his eyes, in that order, and cocks his head at the sudden appearance of everyone. He was literally surrounded by other dogs. Giving a blink, he lifted himself to all fours, and then stretched his back out nicely, his rump in the air and his tail curling back a bit, front paws extending their non-retractable claws comfortably. "Weeeeell, ain't this a surprise." He says tiredly, through a yawn, looking to each individual for a moment, wondering where they'd all come from.
What meeting of dogs was ever orderly? Aularuq has certainly never seen one and she didn't seem to mind, though as she takes in the growing mass of dogs she doesn't quiet seem to be sure what to make of it. Tongue still half-lolled from her mouth, she looks to each in turn as her curled tail gives a traitorously enthusiastic wag even as she tries to rein herself in from bolting among them like an overeager pup. "...wow." She murmurs before she cracks a grin. "I don't think I've ever been happier to see a bunch of dogs! You all /are/ dogs...right?" She says, shooting the unofficial gathering a suspicious look, including the one who comes bounding up to her in greeting. "I've seen entirely too many that looked like wolves in the area and I didn't spend all winter avoiding them just to get eaten now!"
Wiccan laughs, "Oh, I'm not a dog, I'm a chipmunk! I'm not gonna eat you, promise." The mention of eating someone seems to faze her for a second, but she quickly recovers into her carefree mood. She twists her head around to the bloodhound, "Hey, the old dog's up. Hello, old guy!"
Itou steps out into plain sight, her ears perked up as much as they ever are, and grins at Jethro's comment. There's a big wrinkled mass of hound-dog, and another one covered in fluff, and an over-energetic half-grown thing. And her. She gives her head a bit of a toss, chuckling. "Yeah, I smelled some of those wolves, but I ain't gonna go after any of them on my own. I plan to grow old," she answers. The youngling just gets a little snort, and a shake of her head... but she's smiling as she does it.
Old? Jethro wasn't old! He was practically in his prime! Raising a wrinkled brow, he chuckles and gives his body a light shake, wanting to get some of the dripping mud off of his belly but not wanting to send it flying to any of the ladies present. A few of his copper and black hairs flew up in the mix, to which he looked up at and snorted out, properly. "Hello there!" He says cheerfully, his tail wagging behind him. "What brings y'all out here? Not runnin' from wolves, I hope. They done chased a whole lotta critters up ta these here parts if I'm 'mem'rin' it right."
Aularuq is hardly immune to Wiccan's enthusiasm, barely out of her youth itself if the truth's told, and always the joyful sort to boot. At reassurance she seems among friends, the big furry greenland relaxes and sinks down onto her rump with a shake of her head and neck that jangles the weathered brass tag at her throat. "I'm tryin', but, at least they seem to avoid me as much as I do them. I'm Aularuq!" The name falls from a practiced mouth, the smooth auwl-a-rouk a distinctly non-local tongue. "I'm from... well.. not here. Lot of ice and snow and mountains. Definitely not here. I got lost in the winter."
Wiccan wags her tail, "Aularuq, huh? My name's Wiccan, you can call me Witch or Witchy or something." she suddenly seems to notice that her pelt is coated in mud from her slipping and sliding, and promptly shakes herself violently, scattering the muck in all directions with no heed to ettiquette.
Itou chuckles. "Nah, I think them wolves is all busy huntin' other trails, these days. Been smellin' them, but ain't seen them roun' here," she says to Jethro, then nods at Aularuq and Wiccan's introductions. When Witchy shakes, she gives another little snort, but hey - she's no lady either. She's a hound. "Me, well, I ain't lost, I just ain't found what I been lookin' for." A pause, as she looks over the other dogs, and then another chuckle. "Or mebbe I done, but time'll tell us that. Any rate, I'm Itou."
The large hound lets his paws dip into the temperate pond water, eventually walking in practically all the way until the water just barely touches the underside of his chest, lapping up at the murky liquid with hardly a care that it was indeed, murky. Water was water, he figured. Letting some of the water drip from his jowls, Jethro turns around and heads to the /other/ side of the pond to shake his coat out, most of the mud now cleaned off and the water too only clumping little bits of his short fur together. "Nice to meet all of ya. I'm Jethro, and this here's a nice place to cool off from a hot summer day, though.. inn't summer over?" He wonders aloud, but gives a shrug and lifts his highly acute nose to the air, taking in a breath. "Whattaya y'all think about some chow, hmm? Plenty'a rabbits and squirrels and what have you out there.."
Aularuq is a dog of the outdoors and a splattering of mud hardly phases her, even as she slants a mocking, but clearly entertained, scowl towards Wiccan. "If there's no snow, it's all summer to me." Says the northern born-and-bred dog with a boisterous huff of an exhale. Even her summer shed is likely too thick for the heat and humidity of the southern lands. "I can't wait for the cold again. I miss the snow and ice and wind! Any of you ever see the sky fire? It's the best sight in the world, especially when the sun doesn't set." Her fond gabber though is cut off when the word 'chow' comes up. She takes a few steps towards Jethro, ears pricking forward on her wedge-skull. "Food? I'd /love/ food. Only thing I'm good at is fishing! I can go get some? I don't wanna take all of your food... I know how hard it is to get. I know a good creek to fish in. Don't go far! I'll go grab some and be right back!" This said, she turns and bounds off without another word, bolting through the underbrush.
Wiccan sniffs the air, "I think I smell a rabbit. It smells close by... Rabbit or chipmunk or something, I dunno. Anyway, nice to meet you all, I need food." she has made it clear she doesn't see this as a pack just yet, but a certain look of her grin, or a spark in her burgandy eyes, betrays that she definitely sees potential. She hares away after the rabbit-chipmunk-scent.
Now that's talking to Itou in her sort of language. She grins at Jethro. "Sure are. Hardly have to go lookin' for my dinner, some days. Nice and tasty... summer makes 'em plump for us." She hmms after Aularuq. "Shame she's not a hunter, or we could try us some bigger game..." Though the cur seems rather perplexed about the idea of a dog that can't hunt. She glances over to Wiccan. Half-grown, yeah, but maybe if they stick to the small deer, she can manage... but, no; the younger dog is running off as well. She sighs, and mutters, "Been a powerful long time since I had some meat that weren't varmints."
"I hear ya.." Jethro murmurs, but he's not one to complain. As long as he had food in his stomach and was able to rest it off, he was a happy hound. "There's a whole mess'a deer somewhere 'round here.. ain't got ta lookin' for 'em just yet though." The taste of chicken and beef was still fresh in his mind from his owner giving him scraps here and there, but he'd had his share of game too, and was actually content with feasting on rabbits and ground-birds. "If ya wanna come with me, you're welcome ta. I've got them rabbits' scent." And if there was one thing you could trust in a Bloodhound, it was his sense of smell. Without waiting for the mottle colored dog, confident that she'd follow quick if she wanted to follow, Jethro planted his nose to the ground and sniffed around for a minute, before he practically jammed his ol' factory into a rabbit's print, and bolted off for the small meal.