Hawk stalked over to where Flash loitered, obviously silently refuting the moral etiquette of taking steps to lives. "Flash," he growled, his eyes narrowing into ticked slits. He lifted his stiffened tail and made a looping gesture over to where the departing assistance parties huddled. "Look over there. Tell me what you see."
Flash was caught off guard at the sudden reply that he didn't expect to occur. He quickly grasped the concept of the situation and was chill. "I see, some guys, helping other guys.." he quietly stated, submissively.
Hawk bit back a growl at this wise guy's ignorance to what was being asked of him. "Annnnd---?" he prompted, his words coming out like shards of stone dulled by aged char.
Flash got those pink glowing lines of embarrassment on his face like an anime character. He thought for a minute. "And, why did you find your action to be so significant, walking over here while you could be helping someone who is on the brink of death, and asking me trivial questions with your poor sense of making me feel lesser of myself, and then proceeding to question me more after I have handed you my tangible response?" Flash said like a snobby teen.
Hawk stared at the impudent dog who apparently had listened to more of Midnight's rambling rants than he himself had about the lifelong advantages of nurturing decent linguistics and utterance retaliations while mixing it all together with a seamless coat of sarcasm. "You know," Hawk muttered dryly, after his brain had attempted- and proudly failed- to comprehend even a sentence of Flash's response, "we could really use your help."
"That's all you had to say, shrimp turd." Flash snapped, standing up to his feet. He shook the excess pine needles and dry, summer dirt off his pelt and walked over to a disabled victim of wahr
Hawk stared after him, then gave himself a hard whack on the side of the head. "I don't know how the dominance completely changed in that situation," he muttered mainly to himself as he lumbered back to his vigil beside the disturbed Birch. All he knew is he had to convince her to put aside her indirectly selfish worries about her moribund sister and get the rest of her dogs across. It had been easily already a few ten thousand heartbeats since Breeze had screamed out her boiling desperation to get her patients back to a stable doctor den, and they were still no closer to swimming across then they had been before. "But that dog..."
Snow. Who needs Fall.
Bramble reconnected her medulla oblongata to her lumber vertebrae and lifted her head. "Kestrel."Snow.
*Slow clap*
*Thinks*
Flash is my only River pack dog.
Hmm... I have to make this in to a RPing post so that I don't break the AHAM community guidelines...
Kestrel chewed on a stick. And then spit the excess bark out of his mouth.
Kestrel glanced up. "Who are you?" He asked. He began to think about John Cena, then decided not too.
