Post by Tala on Jun 23, 2012 16:22:44 GMT -5
Jayta Female Dog
Jethro Male Dog
The morning fog makes it difficult to see clearly and muffles scents, but there's at least one someone out here. Jatya picks her way through the trees carefully, heading away from the river. To judge from the position of her ears and the way her tail keeps trying to tuck beneath her, the young dog is very nervous. She keeps looking around herself - ahead, to either side, even stealing glances behind as if she's expecting a monster to jump out unexpectedly... or perhaps she's just lost.
An the young dog has good reason to be warey of the area. The fog hides scents well which many of the dogs now know and Jehtro is one of them. The large dog is settled off to the side upon a dryish bit of path, a large hindpaw lifting and he scratches at his ear a few time in the process. Though he pauses, a scent seems to have worked its way to him and a slight oh escapes him. A sly grin crosses his floppy lipped maw and he shifts up onto his paws and steps out. His form moving slowly, white fur mixing well with the thick fog which makes him hard to spot at first. Bright gaze flicks one way and then another until the movement catches his attention and he grins once more. "My my.. What do we have here.. Wandering around on your own little one?" A faint tsk escaping him.
Jatya's eyes search across the trees. The fog seems to swirl between them - is that something moving in it? No, wait. That's just a bit of wind. She turns her head to the side, looking at a suspicious-seeming bush, and then yelps out at the sound of a voice in the opposite direction. She jerks her head around to where it seemed to come from, her eyes wide and that tail definitely between her legs now as she stumbles sideways a step. "I, I, I - yes, I - but -" Now that she knows about where he is, she can see Jethro, more or less. Gulp.
Jethro chuckles now, large head lowering, a bit of drool hanging from a floppy lip while he grins. "Aww.. Now don't go getting all scared girl. I an't gona harm ye." There is a thick accent of some sorts, almost like a southern drawl. He steps forward, large paws press into the damp earth and make a faint 'squish' sound. "Ye an't part of the pack. What ye doing around here on your own little one?" While questioning this he is starting to slowly circle the younger dog.
Scared? Jatya? Well, if it were winter, she could claim her tremble was from the cold. It's not winter. She does manage to hold her ground, at least, and her eyes dart up to look at the older and larger dog before dropping submissively again. "I, I'm lost. I fell off the human cloud-beast." Her tail stays tucked as he circles her, eyes following him at the level of his feet, casting glances back into the trees behind. Checking for signs of other dogs, perhaps - but always returning to the one before her. "There... there's a pack? Here?"
Jethro ohs a moment, pondering this while eyeing the dog. "You smell of forest, and dirt.. You haven't been with humans for a while now pup." He points out, his tail flicking around a few times in the process. "When did you fall of the car?" He moves to settled upon his haunches with a slight *flop*, though his muscles twitch and flex proving he could jump back up without a problem. "Yes.. There is a pack." Of some sorts to say the least. "It is Bone's pack.. An I am Jethro, whom are you little one?" He seems like a rather laid back dog, other then the scars that seem to be giving off a air of worry to any that look at him.
Jatya's eyes widen for a moment, and she shakes her head. "N-no. It... was before winter. I-I found frozen things to eat. I learned to hunt. Not well, but... a little." Her tail stays tucked, standing with lowered gaze and only glancing up for brief moments. "I... I got lonely. I want to go home." That part is almost a whine, the feeling on it abundantly clear. She nods, just a little, at the introduction. "I, I'm Jatya."
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"You want to go home? Whatever for?" Jethro questions, a snort escaping him at the thought along with a shake of his large head. "An, how did you learn to hunt on your own.. No one taught you at all?" He sniffs out toward the dog once more, trying to gather any an all scents that she may have on her.
Why wouldn't she want to go home? The woods are a strange place. Jatya just shakes her head, not having an answer in words, or at least not giving one. As Jethro leans toward her, she cringes back a little, tail tucked. "I-I watched wolves," she says, the tone of it sounding honest, insofar as it sounds anything more than frightened, with fears both old and new. "I... found their kills, sometimes. Their old dens. I-I got chased away. But they didn't catch me." There is a faint scent of wolf on her, but mostly, her scent is of just herself, the forest earth, and the faint stench of the swamp she must have come through.
Jethro chuckles at this, amusement clearly seen across his face, fangs seen for a few moments. "You watched wolves hunt?.. An they let you?.." He ponders this for a moment; tail thumping a few times with a half huff escapes him. "You smell like wolf girl." This said with a huff and his head lowers. "You need to roll around in the muck more, if Bone or one of the others smell that on you it won't be good for you pup." It would seem Jeth is a bit more of the level head killer of the pack.
"They chased me away," says Jatya. Which is true enough, for certain of the wolves. Snarling and snapping at her, even! "I hid. I was hungry." She shrinks down a little, lowering herself into a crouch that has her belly touching to the ground, pressing down the grass. She whines softly. "There's wolves everywhere." The young dog glances up for just a moment. "Your pack. You... you chase wolves?"
Jethro lifts a brow while watching the dog a few moments. "I see.." Is offers quietly at first before a snort escapes him. "Yes.. To a degree we do chase wolves." He offers, jaw tensing a moment before taking in a shakey breath. "We chase wolves, deer, elk, hog, bear you name it.. Dog and men too if they get in the way." He says with a snap of his jaws and grins.
Jatya shrinks back at the snap, her belly pressing down to the ground, and she nods with ears flattened to her head. "I-I-I'm not in the way!" she says fervently. Oh, no. She's definitely not in the way. How could one sled-dog be in the way? Just one young female, not even quite an adult... though not far from it, not at all. Her scent said /that/, too, quite clearly.
Jethro watches Jatya quietly a few moments, his maw twitching. "Look girl.. I know your not in the way.. But others in the pack are very.. Possive so to speak." His words come out in a low rumble of a tone. Oh yes he has picked up many things from the few sniffs off this female. "Do you plan on staying here, or leaving? If you stay near the pack one of the males will claim you as his an then your have no choice in the matter. Do you understand what I say or should I draw you a picture?" The idea of claiming her as his own has crossed his own mind during this brief conversation..
There's hesitation in Jatya's posture now. Uncertainty. Loneliness warring with fear? It would be a plausible read of her. She takes a breath, her body staying low, if perhaps not quite as belly-scraping. "W-what is the pack like? W-what are... they, the other males... like?" Should she stay, or should she go? "Please... I... I just want to know..." Her gaze is beseeching, even if it barely goes above Jethro's chest. Maybe it's looking to see if he has a heart.
Jethro is quiet at the question while watching Jatya a few moments, a frown crosses his thick lipped muzzle and he takes in a breath. His head lowers, a faint nosing offered to her head, if she allows it. "The other males are evil things, only wanting to take anc control all before them. One can not always take without giving.." There is a pause and his head shakes. Jethro was not always like this, he was a well loved hog dog, a alpha himself of his mob of dogs and yet here he is. "But one does not have a choice in such matters. It is hard to live in the wilds by one's self, even one such as me. You should leave while you can. If you stay.. I can not promise your safety." Though he would do his darndest to do such a thing. Perhaps there is a heart somewhere in that thick scared chest of his.
Jatya shivers a little at the touch of Jethro's massive muzzle to her head, but she doesn't pull away from it. Simply stays there, on her belly before him, as he speaks. She's quiet after, for a long moment, then nods. "I-I'll go then," she says. As he bid her. She hardly seems the sort to argue with a stronger dog; fear, it seems, wins over loneliness. She takes a crawling step backward before pausing. "Where - where should I stay away from? To, to... so I can be safe?" What, in other words, are the borders Bone's pack claims for itself?
Jethro is quiet while he watches Jatya a few moments, his head lifting to look over the land. "I do not know where you could possible be safe." A soft ragged sigh escapes him and he settles down to the ground, large forepaws stretch before him. His gaze resting upon the young female. "There is no safe place from Bone, other then at the side of another dog in the pack that has claimed you and is stronger then any that try to take him on." A shake of his head is given, drool getting flung. "You say you are loney, is that why you truely came here?" Out of the pack it seems she met the only one that isn't quick to fight, and isn't quick to take. That gaze of his resting upon hers, clearly curious.
No escape. No safety. Jatya's ears wilt back, her belly lowering itself to the ground again - though not so much for Jethro, to judge from how her eyes are darting past him, staring at the fog as if it holds monsters yet more terrible. Which, to hear him talk - it does. Monsters indeed. Her gaze goes back to him at the question. "Y-yes," she says quickly. And it's true, isn't it? She's doing this because she was lonely, back when she fell off the train. Lonely and alone. The only part she's not saying is that she met a friend, and now she's doing it for him; for her friend when she was lonely. So close. "You're... you're the first dog I've seen, since I got lost." She hesitates for a moment. "Are... there many others? Are they all... all..." Evil? Heartless and cruel? Like Bone?
Jethro lifts a large forepaw and scartches across his neck a few times, rolls of fur wiggle at the movement. "Yes, yes they are all that an more." He says with a soft tone before his large paw drops back to the ground with a squish in the damp earth. "Then you are lucky to meet me an not another from the pack Jatya." His head lowers, gaze resting upon hers. "I will not tell you that I'm innocent, I'm far from it. But I think differently then Bone, he rules with fear and pain.." A slight shake of his head seen and his head lifts to look out before him at the fog. "I shall give you a choice. If you stay I will do my best to keep you safe, but ever there is a time I tell you to run then you must without question. One should not be lonely if there is a possibility of being with others." A shake of his head is seen. "There are other females in the pack, so it’s not just males."
There's the hesitation again. Jatya lowers her head, staring at a patch of dirt in front of her, at a tuft of the grass. Looking away, and also keeping her expression hidden. Not that Jethro is exactly looking toward her, either. "I..." she begins, and trails off into nothing. "I... can... can I think about it?" She looks up at him again, her eyes managing to reach his jowls, this time. A few more, and perhaps they'll manage to meet his eyes. Perhaps... but there they go again, looking away. "Just... for a little."
Jethro watches her a few moments, a forepaw presses into the ground, claws pressing as he seems to think about this. "Yes, you can think on it Jatya.." A thick breath escapes him. "But, if any of the pack find you.. Tell them you are mine, they will think twice before laying a paw on you at least." An will at least give her time to run if nothing else.
Jatya looks up again, at jowly, massive Jethro, and she nods. "I... I will." She takes a deep breath, and lets it out again. "Thank you," she murmurs, her head ducking as she says it. "For... thank you." She ducks her head again, and slowly backs up a few steps before rising. Her tail is still low as she starts off, and she pauses to glance back at Jethro before slipping away through the fog toward the edge of the swamp and the woods. Not quite the way she came, though not so far from it either. This dog's going to do her best to keep out of sight and scent of the others, it seems - dubious protection of Jethro's name notwithstanding.
Jethro watches her turn to leave, his ears perking forward a moment and he seems to actual smile a moment. "Ah.. Yer welcome little one. Do try and take care." Is offered with a soft tone. He watches her go, an almost looks a bit saddened at her leaving. It makes him remember a time long ago when he was not here, and was someplace he truly belonged. A raspy sigh escapes him and his head settles upon a large forepaw, gaze staring off into nothingness as his mind wanders.
Jethro Male Dog
The morning fog makes it difficult to see clearly and muffles scents, but there's at least one someone out here. Jatya picks her way through the trees carefully, heading away from the river. To judge from the position of her ears and the way her tail keeps trying to tuck beneath her, the young dog is very nervous. She keeps looking around herself - ahead, to either side, even stealing glances behind as if she's expecting a monster to jump out unexpectedly... or perhaps she's just lost.
An the young dog has good reason to be warey of the area. The fog hides scents well which many of the dogs now know and Jehtro is one of them. The large dog is settled off to the side upon a dryish bit of path, a large hindpaw lifting and he scratches at his ear a few time in the process. Though he pauses, a scent seems to have worked its way to him and a slight oh escapes him. A sly grin crosses his floppy lipped maw and he shifts up onto his paws and steps out. His form moving slowly, white fur mixing well with the thick fog which makes him hard to spot at first. Bright gaze flicks one way and then another until the movement catches his attention and he grins once more. "My my.. What do we have here.. Wandering around on your own little one?" A faint tsk escaping him.
Jatya's eyes search across the trees. The fog seems to swirl between them - is that something moving in it? No, wait. That's just a bit of wind. She turns her head to the side, looking at a suspicious-seeming bush, and then yelps out at the sound of a voice in the opposite direction. She jerks her head around to where it seemed to come from, her eyes wide and that tail definitely between her legs now as she stumbles sideways a step. "I, I, I - yes, I - but -" Now that she knows about where he is, she can see Jethro, more or less. Gulp.
Jethro chuckles now, large head lowering, a bit of drool hanging from a floppy lip while he grins. "Aww.. Now don't go getting all scared girl. I an't gona harm ye." There is a thick accent of some sorts, almost like a southern drawl. He steps forward, large paws press into the damp earth and make a faint 'squish' sound. "Ye an't part of the pack. What ye doing around here on your own little one?" While questioning this he is starting to slowly circle the younger dog.
Scared? Jatya? Well, if it were winter, she could claim her tremble was from the cold. It's not winter. She does manage to hold her ground, at least, and her eyes dart up to look at the older and larger dog before dropping submissively again. "I, I'm lost. I fell off the human cloud-beast." Her tail stays tucked as he circles her, eyes following him at the level of his feet, casting glances back into the trees behind. Checking for signs of other dogs, perhaps - but always returning to the one before her. "There... there's a pack? Here?"
Jethro ohs a moment, pondering this while eyeing the dog. "You smell of forest, and dirt.. You haven't been with humans for a while now pup." He points out, his tail flicking around a few times in the process. "When did you fall of the car?" He moves to settled upon his haunches with a slight *flop*, though his muscles twitch and flex proving he could jump back up without a problem. "Yes.. There is a pack." Of some sorts to say the least. "It is Bone's pack.. An I am Jethro, whom are you little one?" He seems like a rather laid back dog, other then the scars that seem to be giving off a air of worry to any that look at him.
Jatya's eyes widen for a moment, and she shakes her head. "N-no. It... was before winter. I-I found frozen things to eat. I learned to hunt. Not well, but... a little." Her tail stays tucked, standing with lowered gaze and only glancing up for brief moments. "I... I got lonely. I want to go home." That part is almost a whine, the feeling on it abundantly clear. She nods, just a little, at the introduction. "I, I'm Jatya."
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"You want to go home? Whatever for?" Jethro questions, a snort escaping him at the thought along with a shake of his large head. "An, how did you learn to hunt on your own.. No one taught you at all?" He sniffs out toward the dog once more, trying to gather any an all scents that she may have on her.
Why wouldn't she want to go home? The woods are a strange place. Jatya just shakes her head, not having an answer in words, or at least not giving one. As Jethro leans toward her, she cringes back a little, tail tucked. "I-I watched wolves," she says, the tone of it sounding honest, insofar as it sounds anything more than frightened, with fears both old and new. "I... found their kills, sometimes. Their old dens. I-I got chased away. But they didn't catch me." There is a faint scent of wolf on her, but mostly, her scent is of just herself, the forest earth, and the faint stench of the swamp she must have come through.
Jethro chuckles at this, amusement clearly seen across his face, fangs seen for a few moments. "You watched wolves hunt?.. An they let you?.." He ponders this for a moment; tail thumping a few times with a half huff escapes him. "You smell like wolf girl." This said with a huff and his head lowers. "You need to roll around in the muck more, if Bone or one of the others smell that on you it won't be good for you pup." It would seem Jeth is a bit more of the level head killer of the pack.
"They chased me away," says Jatya. Which is true enough, for certain of the wolves. Snarling and snapping at her, even! "I hid. I was hungry." She shrinks down a little, lowering herself into a crouch that has her belly touching to the ground, pressing down the grass. She whines softly. "There's wolves everywhere." The young dog glances up for just a moment. "Your pack. You... you chase wolves?"
Jethro lifts a brow while watching the dog a few moments. "I see.." Is offers quietly at first before a snort escapes him. "Yes.. To a degree we do chase wolves." He offers, jaw tensing a moment before taking in a shakey breath. "We chase wolves, deer, elk, hog, bear you name it.. Dog and men too if they get in the way." He says with a snap of his jaws and grins.
Jatya shrinks back at the snap, her belly pressing down to the ground, and she nods with ears flattened to her head. "I-I-I'm not in the way!" she says fervently. Oh, no. She's definitely not in the way. How could one sled-dog be in the way? Just one young female, not even quite an adult... though not far from it, not at all. Her scent said /that/, too, quite clearly.
Jethro watches Jatya quietly a few moments, his maw twitching. "Look girl.. I know your not in the way.. But others in the pack are very.. Possive so to speak." His words come out in a low rumble of a tone. Oh yes he has picked up many things from the few sniffs off this female. "Do you plan on staying here, or leaving? If you stay near the pack one of the males will claim you as his an then your have no choice in the matter. Do you understand what I say or should I draw you a picture?" The idea of claiming her as his own has crossed his own mind during this brief conversation..
There's hesitation in Jatya's posture now. Uncertainty. Loneliness warring with fear? It would be a plausible read of her. She takes a breath, her body staying low, if perhaps not quite as belly-scraping. "W-what is the pack like? W-what are... they, the other males... like?" Should she stay, or should she go? "Please... I... I just want to know..." Her gaze is beseeching, even if it barely goes above Jethro's chest. Maybe it's looking to see if he has a heart.
Jethro is quiet at the question while watching Jatya a few moments, a frown crosses his thick lipped muzzle and he takes in a breath. His head lowers, a faint nosing offered to her head, if she allows it. "The other males are evil things, only wanting to take anc control all before them. One can not always take without giving.." There is a pause and his head shakes. Jethro was not always like this, he was a well loved hog dog, a alpha himself of his mob of dogs and yet here he is. "But one does not have a choice in such matters. It is hard to live in the wilds by one's self, even one such as me. You should leave while you can. If you stay.. I can not promise your safety." Though he would do his darndest to do such a thing. Perhaps there is a heart somewhere in that thick scared chest of his.
Jatya shivers a little at the touch of Jethro's massive muzzle to her head, but she doesn't pull away from it. Simply stays there, on her belly before him, as he speaks. She's quiet after, for a long moment, then nods. "I-I'll go then," she says. As he bid her. She hardly seems the sort to argue with a stronger dog; fear, it seems, wins over loneliness. She takes a crawling step backward before pausing. "Where - where should I stay away from? To, to... so I can be safe?" What, in other words, are the borders Bone's pack claims for itself?
Jethro is quiet while he watches Jatya a few moments, his head lifting to look over the land. "I do not know where you could possible be safe." A soft ragged sigh escapes him and he settles down to the ground, large forepaws stretch before him. His gaze resting upon the young female. "There is no safe place from Bone, other then at the side of another dog in the pack that has claimed you and is stronger then any that try to take him on." A shake of his head is given, drool getting flung. "You say you are loney, is that why you truely came here?" Out of the pack it seems she met the only one that isn't quick to fight, and isn't quick to take. That gaze of his resting upon hers, clearly curious.
No escape. No safety. Jatya's ears wilt back, her belly lowering itself to the ground again - though not so much for Jethro, to judge from how her eyes are darting past him, staring at the fog as if it holds monsters yet more terrible. Which, to hear him talk - it does. Monsters indeed. Her gaze goes back to him at the question. "Y-yes," she says quickly. And it's true, isn't it? She's doing this because she was lonely, back when she fell off the train. Lonely and alone. The only part she's not saying is that she met a friend, and now she's doing it for him; for her friend when she was lonely. So close. "You're... you're the first dog I've seen, since I got lost." She hesitates for a moment. "Are... there many others? Are they all... all..." Evil? Heartless and cruel? Like Bone?
Jethro lifts a large forepaw and scartches across his neck a few times, rolls of fur wiggle at the movement. "Yes, yes they are all that an more." He says with a soft tone before his large paw drops back to the ground with a squish in the damp earth. "Then you are lucky to meet me an not another from the pack Jatya." His head lowers, gaze resting upon hers. "I will not tell you that I'm innocent, I'm far from it. But I think differently then Bone, he rules with fear and pain.." A slight shake of his head seen and his head lifts to look out before him at the fog. "I shall give you a choice. If you stay I will do my best to keep you safe, but ever there is a time I tell you to run then you must without question. One should not be lonely if there is a possibility of being with others." A shake of his head is seen. "There are other females in the pack, so it’s not just males."
There's the hesitation again. Jatya lowers her head, staring at a patch of dirt in front of her, at a tuft of the grass. Looking away, and also keeping her expression hidden. Not that Jethro is exactly looking toward her, either. "I..." she begins, and trails off into nothing. "I... can... can I think about it?" She looks up at him again, her eyes managing to reach his jowls, this time. A few more, and perhaps they'll manage to meet his eyes. Perhaps... but there they go again, looking away. "Just... for a little."
Jethro watches her a few moments, a forepaw presses into the ground, claws pressing as he seems to think about this. "Yes, you can think on it Jatya.." A thick breath escapes him. "But, if any of the pack find you.. Tell them you are mine, they will think twice before laying a paw on you at least." An will at least give her time to run if nothing else.
Jatya looks up again, at jowly, massive Jethro, and she nods. "I... I will." She takes a deep breath, and lets it out again. "Thank you," she murmurs, her head ducking as she says it. "For... thank you." She ducks her head again, and slowly backs up a few steps before rising. Her tail is still low as she starts off, and she pauses to glance back at Jethro before slipping away through the fog toward the edge of the swamp and the woods. Not quite the way she came, though not so far from it either. This dog's going to do her best to keep out of sight and scent of the others, it seems - dubious protection of Jethro's name notwithstanding.
Jethro watches her turn to leave, his ears perking forward a moment and he seems to actual smile a moment. "Ah.. Yer welcome little one. Do try and take care." Is offered with a soft tone. He watches her go, an almost looks a bit saddened at her leaving. It makes him remember a time long ago when he was not here, and was someplace he truly belonged. A raspy sigh escapes him and his head settles upon a large forepaw, gaze staring off into nothingness as his mind wanders.