Layla smiled. "This is Scout, my very good friend." She said to Scar.
Scouts head perked up and he smiled
Scar growled he didn't like Scout
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Layla smiled. "This is Scout, my very good friend." She said to Scar.
Scouts head perked up and he smiled
Scar growled he didn't like Scout
"I missed you so much Layla!"
Scout barked
(He is accepted!Name: Mel
Gender: Male
Age: 6 months
Pack: Loner (currently, will join Goldenpack)
Rank: Loner
Mate: None yet
Personality: Kind of meek and quiet, but is kind and thoughtful.
History: His mother died from distemper and a dog called Blue enslaved him as a servant.
Breed: Golden Retriever
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Scar growled ready to attack him if he got close to Layla

((I'm guessing it's winter?))
Sonya had been waiting in the old church den of the Golden Pack for word that the battle was over. She was sitting by the door, watching, waiting... The howl had rung out that her pack was victorious, but of course Sonya did not hear. And she was starting to get anxious now.
She slipped out of the den, looking around silently and curiously. Not a soul was nearby that she could see. Taking one careful step after another, she came out of the church fully and into the cool, winter air. She shivered a bit, taking a sniff or two and wrinkling her nose as the cold air felt sharp in her nose. She hesitated... And then trotted off to find someone, anyone, from her pack.
Taj had been digging around an alley with little success in his search for food, when he decided to head back home. He slipped from the alley and started at a jog toward the park when he heard yelling, and looked in the direction it came from. There was a pup limping along with a bag in its mouth, apparently the target of the yelling. Taj trotted over to investigate, slowing as he approached the pup.
"Hey, little dude," he greeted, carefully coming to trot by the pup's side. "Where ya headed?" He spoke as if he was unaware that the human who had yelled was likely still nearby, or if he did know, he simply didn't care. His eyes darted from the bag of dog food to the pup, who with a leg wound was not getting far very fast. "Need some help?"