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Quote: "Hello?" Marzipan barked again. Where was everyone?
Basil lazily stumbled onto his aching paws and sauntered towards Marzipan. "What?" The elder's voice sliced through the air.
"oh..Hay?" Marzipan said again now wishing he hadn't, but he continued "Who are you?" he asked playfully.
Basil's ears fell flat against his head, teeth sliding into sight. "I see you still act like a puppy," he extended his neck over and pinched Marzipan's side in a surprisingly playful manner.
"uhh...I suppose" Marzipan said really confused now. "Ouch!" he exclaimed as the older dog pinched him, even more confused now.
Basil scowled, "A playful Dhole that doesn't even know how to play? That's a first." Despite his own confusion that bubbled up inside him, he nipped him again. "What do want?" His tone held a more serious edge to it.
Quote: "Hello?" Marzipan barked again. Where was everyone?
Basil lazily stumbled onto his aching paws and sauntered towards Marzipan. "What?" The elder's voice sliced through the air.
"oh..Hay?" Marzipan said again now wishing he hadn't, but he continued "Who are you?" he asked playfully.
Basil's ears fell flat against his head, teeth sliding into sight. "I see you still act like a puppy," he extended his neck over and pinched Marzipan's side in a surprisingly playful manner.
Aiden strode towards Tiger somewhat shyly; a gust of wind smacked into his face, making him falter. "Hello," his gaze slid over to the bird that flapped furiously towards a nearby tree.Tiger's ears sprang backwards, laying flat on top of her head. A bird hovered above her, twittering happily. Tiger pounced, grabbing it by it's tail, but the bird slipped away leaving the young dhole with a mouthful of feathers. "Dumb birds," Tiger hissed as she spat the feathers onto the ground.
Tiger whipped around, her eyes blazing. When she realized it was Aiden, she relaxed a bit. "Oh, hey," she replied, scuffling the dirt in front of her with her paw, trying to avoid his gaze.
"Hungry?" Aiden rested his intent gaze on Tiger. His muzzle was smeared with crimson blood; a hunt he participated in had obviously been successful.