Give a Dog a Bone

[Tucker]

"Yes, he's fine,"

Tucker’s body heaves a sigh with relief at that fact the young pup was okay. “I’m glad” he states giving the other a smile before his lips pull down in a soft frown at Tramp’s words. “Then?” He prompted softly, “if there’s something I can do...” he suggest. Tucker turns at the sudden voice unfortunately for Lucky, Tucker has heard his complaints. “Come on, no need to be shy! We’re on neutral ground” he called to Lucky and Copper with a smile.

[Tramp]

Tramp was about to answer when Tucker's attention was diverted to two dogs he hadn't seen before. He snorted at Tucker's attempt to coax them. "Yeah, what he said," he said half-heartedly. He licked his paw and yawned, showing long sharp teeth and jaw. He then closed his mouth and turned his attention back to the two dogs. "You know these dogs?" he whispered to Tucker.

[Tucker]

The shepherd shakes his head in a firm no. “Haven’t seen them before in my life” he murmured to Tramp. “Could be from the Freedom Fighters” he gives a shrug of his shoulders, not that it bothered him at the moment for they were on neutral territory. “Uh, what side were you on again Tramp?” He tries once more to get information out of the mutt.

[Copper]

Copper watched the exchange between the two stranger dogs with only mild interest. While he didn’t know exactly who they were, he could tell from their scents that they weren’t from the Freedom Fighters and that was partially why he was hesitant to get any closer. The other part was because of Lucky. Speaking of the pup, when Copper felt a nudge at his leg his gaze immediately dropped to the young Dal.

"C'mon Copper, let's go!" the youngster barked. "Forget about those guys!"

Copper let out a laugh and lifted his leg so that the pup would hopefully stumble from where he was pushing his weight against the hound's leg. “Okay, okay,” Copper relented, giving the two dogs one last look before turning his full attention to Lucky. “Hey! You said you had picked up that rabbit’s scent right? Well, now that you know where the trail is, see if you can follow it. It’ll be good practice to get your trackin’ skills up.” He lowered his head and gave Lucky a light nudge to push him back into the direction the rabbit had disappeared.

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All the racket had roused Dobson from his 'nap', cropped thin ears turned towards the noise of chatting before he frowned. What in the world was that all about, and who the hell was in his turf? The demon got up on his thin legs, stretching the tiredness out of his body before a blur of fur tried to whiz by him. He lunged, large teeth crushing down on the tiny body and broke it. The rabbit screeched as it was seized but it's scream was cut drastically short as Dobson ended its attempt at escape.

He growled lowly in satisfaction before he strolled to close the distance between him and the other four. Pink hues looked at the 'collective' in distrust before he dropped the broke body in front of Lucky with a little 'thud'. A little death never hurt no one, right? "Well, well, well now what the hell do we have here?" He grinned widely at his new 'friends'. "A bunch of trespassers on Rogue turf? This won't do, no no." He tutted casting his gaze down at Lucky.

[Tucker]

Tucker’s hackles raise at the new canine, all his body language and tone of voice pointed to this was one aggressive canine.

"Well, well, well now what the hell do we have here?" He grinned widely at his new 'friends'. "A bunch of trespassers on Rogue turf? This won't do, no no."

“Rogue turf?” Tucker repeated, brown eyes narrowing at the Doberman. “Sir, last I checked this is neutral territory” the male pauses “isn’t it?” Tucker walks forward towards him in doubt now. “I’m Tucker by the way” he introduces himself.

[Tramp]

Tramp whirled around to face... Dobson. He gave a groan. He knew the Doberman was right. But he wasn't gonna tell him that. He studies Dobson, before sitting down. He didn't say anything and just gave him a look. 

[Buster]

Buster had been minding his own business, strolling through The Rogue's territory and marking the borders when he caught the scents of several dogs closeby. The unfamiliar scents of three dogs caused Buster to grunt before he paused upon recognising Dobson and Tramp's scents.

His interest now peaked, the Doberman crossbreed pushed his way through the bushes behind Dobson and, tossing a smirk over at Tramp, moved to stand beside the other Doberman - deliberately brushing close to the other male before he glanced over at Lucky, Copper and Tucker with narrowed eyes. Lips curled up into a sneer as he recognised the two Freedom Fighters and Blackblood. How had they managed to get this far into Rogue territory?

Buster glared at Tramp and pinned his ears back slightly.

"Showing mercy to the enemy, Tramp?" Buster growled.

[Tramp]

Tramp growled as he saw Buster appear from the bushes, walking up to stand next to Dobson. It enraged him even more as Buster smirked at him. Who the heck are you smirking at? Is what he wanted to say. But instead, he watched as Buster accused him of showing mercy.

"I'm not sure what you mean," he said with fake innocence and ignorance, even though he clearly knew what Buster meant. He tried to hide his smirk as he said that.

[Dante]

“Dante, I think I hear a few voices up ahead. Should we go check it out?” Virgil asked, trotting alongside the wolfdog.

“I don’t see why not. I think I can hear Tramp and Dobson.” Dante said, pausing to listen in a little more. He could clearly pick out their voices, along with Buster’s…but who did the other voices belong to?

“Follow me Virgil. It seems we may have some visitors.” Dante growled, as he broke into a run. The golden shepherd bounded after him, skidding to a stop once they reached the clearing and what lay before them.

There were several other dogs that the two of them did not recognize, and immediately, Dante knew they had to be from the other armies, just by their respective scents. He paced forward, placing himself between the newcomers and his King’s soldiers, just in time to hear Tucker’s introduction. His emerald eyes scanned over them, judging them by who seemed more like a threat.

Virgil remained back with the other Rogue dogs, flanking Dobson’s other side.

“Tucker, was it?” Dante said, locking his eyes onto the German Shepherd.

“I am Dante, guard dog of King Clopin of the Rogues. This may be a neutral area, but you are encroaching dangerously close to our territory, mes amis. I suggest you all turn tail and head back where you came from, or else we will have no other choice but to take action.” Dante said, raising his head as the fur along his back rose, making him look larger than he already was. His lips pulled back, revealing his sharp teeth.

“So, what will your choice be?”