Memories { Si Insinua Gang / Open }

[Φ Ϙaηηik]

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[atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/QannikM.png] The afternoon shadows cast an eerie glow to the abandoned huts and tiny houses that had once been owned by the humans whose existence had been nearly wipe from the island. This bit of land where nature had yet to reclaim still held the remnants of the past. In among the poorly built walls and crumbling frames a ghostly white figure might be seen in brief flashes. A splattering of black marred the left side, this coupled with the dash of the night between those equally dark eyes lent her almost delicate angelic appearance. Still appearances were often deceiving and while she was no demoness, she certainly was no angel. It was more curiosity then anything else that had Qannik returning to the place where she'd been born. Her comrades were seeking out whatever edibles might still remain inside rickety old homes, yet even as her stomach rumbled she found that she was drawn to wandering the rows of shattered kennels, and broken cages. The stench of foulness lingered still in the air, it was a scent that would remain with her forever, though she had expected it to have long since been banished by the winds and changing seasons. But still it lingered, a haunting reality to a memory she'd kept close to remind her of her hatred. It'd been a happy day when she'd come across the Don, and she'd never regretted her choice to accompany him on his 'adventures' as she liked to refer to them as. He'd won her loyalty without even realizing he'd been playing for it. But for the moment all that was forgotten as she stood silently peering to the left then the right at the remnants of her birthplace. Disgust filled her while she might not be the best looking or the greatest mutt round, she certainly wasn't the lowly sleeking creature who had first torn her way to freedom amid the screams and fountains of blood. For days her white pelt had been stained a nearly blacken crimson, but sanity and reality had come crashing home sending her on a different path. It had all come back to the Don, the end of one circle and the beginning of another. He'd come across the border collie while she'd thrashed and twisted in the cold waters of a large puddle left from the most recent rains. To say the least it had been and interesting binging to a long term relationship. It was that thought that had her turning away, a shift in weight brought her round to return to her appointed duty, time to fill the bellies of her brethren with fresh warm meat.

[Cursico!]

For an animal who had been born wild and lived wild outside of the influence of humans (he was actually from Russia, and it was through pure chance he had landed on the island) the strange array of buildings, or 'caves' as he thought they were, provided an endless stream of unanswered questions. He was sure that dogs had not made these caves, but he couldn't explain what else could... it was as baffling as the glowing stars that sat high up in the sky when the land ate the sun...
It just so happened he had his head stuck in a bucket that had been left to rot in a corner of one of the cages when Qannik walked past. Even with his ears crumpled against wood, the light paw-print was like thunder to his high sense of sound. Lifting his head- and the bucket too- the fox turned his head blindly towards the noise, listening to the sudden echo in the paw-prints that told him the... creature had started across his cage.
The place was filled with the scent of dogs and some undefined creature, so the idea that immediately popped into his head was: 'am I in a territory?' With a gekker, Cursico pressed his paws against the bucket and yanked it off his head, leaving something close to a mohawk along his scruff. A pair of slitted yellow eyes glittered now they were free of confinement, something about the way they narrowed revealing that Cursico was the type of fox that the Reynard-tales could have sprouted from.
"Hai! Pretty white dog!" He hailed, the curt snap in his voice doing its best to hide the compliment. "No food here, so why are you?" From what he had managed to learn from his view brief and violent encounters with the dogs around Extermination, dogs were strange, very, very strange and easy to anger. It didn't help that nearly every dog was heavier than him, and all that he had met had been bigger than him.
Still, there had been no lessons learnt and the fox was once again being quite silly. With a flick of his long sleek tail, the male padded to the door of the cage and rubbed his face against the side as he waited for something that would satisfy his question.

[Φ Ϙaηηik]

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[atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/QannikM.png] A sound brought her attention to her the cage on her left, the midnight fire of that silently curious gaze peered into the darker recesses of one of the many kennels that lined this particular row of structures. The sharp voice low to the ground had her gaze dropping to find the visage of a fox rubbing against the open doorway. Immediately that chin lifted while a bored note hid the curiosity in her voice. "I could ask you the same thing.." Here she'd pause for quite frankly she wasn't exactly sure what he was. As a matter of fact he reminded her somewhat of the cats that had occasionally been seen when she was a pup, sitting on the fences taunting the already tormented dogs below. Black tipped muzzle dropped to sniff at his shoulder where a strange looking marking resided. "Aren't you an odd looking cat." Qannik rarely ever answered a question when it was directed toward her, it was one of the little things she used against the Don. She lived to torment her comrade, even though it was all in good fun. A flash of irritation had her head lifting up to glance around what remained of the rotting out compound. Why did her thoughts always seem to turn toward that bulky over grown thug? With her attention refocused on the small male creature. Dual toned twins tipped forward, a friendlish expression resting on the snowy white features that currently studied the fox with a reserved dignity. Appearance meant something to the fae, granted she wasn't a prissy princess, but nether did she wallow in the dirt either. She was a fighter to be sure, else she'd have never made it this long in the Si Insinua Gang, but that didn't mean she was a bully or crass. She left that up to the others who were more apt at such playing the bad ass part. Lowering her rump to the earth she sat back simply watching the strange looking creature while waiting.

[◄Eugene►]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Eugene/Untitled-4.jpg] His movements were totally smooth and suave even though he knew no one was around to watch. His posture, the way he talked, his attitude. Not one of these things were played, not one was emphasized for reputation. All of who Eugene was happened to be one hundred and ten percent Eugene. He had been born and raised around his 'language'. Born and raised to say offensive things without really meaning to come off as offensive. Born and raised to start shit and carry it out. He was a fighting dog through and through. Luckily for this mastiff, though, he was able to control himself... for the most part. Once someone had the audacity to insult this massive male, they were in for a whole whirlwind of shit. It's one thing he wouldn't tolerate. Another weakness was the ladies. In fact, he had just returned from one of his endeavors with one. Well, attempted. Too many hoes and not enough bros. He couldn't handle all the faes cooing to him, so he left with nothing to show. The large black mastiff stopped short, cropped ears craning to decrypt the words exchanged not far ahead of him. A large smirk appeared on his face, he couldn't help it. Qannik was almost trying to figure out the small fox in front of her, it was completely obvious she had no idea what it was. Cute. His slow padding towards the two continued just as quickly as it had stopped. As he neared the pair, he threw a nod up in the air towards the vulpine. "'Sup, nigga." Although he had enough respect to ask the fox, he didn't really care in the end. His shoulder slammed into Qannik, surely making her lose her balance. A grin spread across his maw "What it do Shawty?", he said as he moved himself to create a triangle between the three. He wasted no time in telling his latest story, not taking into account that the fox was not aware of Si Insinua but, Eugene thought, the more the merrier. Not to mention that it would be nice to jack around with stories with another male for once. "Yo, bitches are fuckin' insane, dude. I was just hangin' with his piece of fine ass and hoe brought along all 'er friends. Dat bitch was tryin' ta get hyphy cuz her friends was wit 'er, ya know what I mean? Had ta roll on outta there." It wasn't so much that he didn't consider the fact that a female was around, but Qannik was around him so often that he was sure she was used to this side of him. The side he brought out when it was more than just the two of them.

[Cursico!]

Yep... he frowned at the collie having decided this dog was no exception to the rule of insanity he had stamped on all non-fox canines. Not only had he recieved nothing of an answer but he was also mistaken for a cat. While he had nothing much against cats, he wasn't pleased that a fox wasn't promptly recognised (and bowed to). Laying back his ears with a sulky huff, he corrected "I, lass, am a fox. A red fox no less." Fluffing up his red fur helped that nicely, although the shadows in the strange cave didn't work well as highlights. "I do know what you are, you're a dog." The fox nodded proudly at his own knowledge.

"'Sup, nigga."

Cursico jumped, having been oblivious to yet another dog approaching. Annoyed at himself for letting his guard down- especially when he knew he was around a creature that could potentially crack his skull in one bite. Completely oblivious to what 'nigger' meant apart from that it was black, he just nodded his head. Another crazy dog on the block; he was red damnit!
The fox cringed looking up at the black dogs ears, or more rather his lack of ears. His own being very large and very foxy were precious to him, and absolutely necessary if he wanted to track down prey. Life with only mangled stubs for ears sounded... like no life at all! Poor black dog would have no chance of hunting down little mice for supper.
With a twitch of the velvety flaps of skin that stood above his head and allowed him to hear he listened to whatever it was the newest dog was trying to say. With an expression of confusion he managed to catch at least the gist of what was said... which only confused him more.
"Urrr..." The fox blinked and looked to each dog twice in succession wondering whether the 'bitch' would get annoyed at being called insane. "G'luck next time... I guess." He finally came up with on a dull note.

[Φ Ϙaηηik]

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[atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/QannikM.png] It wasn't a cat, as the creature plainly stated, even as he fluffed up his red pelt, it was a very nice pelt she had to admit. Not to mention he certainly did have a better look to him then the felines she'd come across. "A fox.. I must say, you are much better looking then a cat." She was about so add more but her attention was pulled by slight sound, a single folded soldier flickered back. The fall of heavy paws alerted 'Shawty' to the large brutes approach, muscles tense for the expected slam against her smaller frame. Rolling easily with the blow Qannik tumbled gracefully to her side looking up toward the Don with a roll to those midnight eyes, the shards of gold that might be found within their depths were at that particular moment hidden from view within the shadows cast by the remains of the puppy mill. Pushing to her paws once again, a quick vigorous shake removed the clinging particles from the long silky lengths of white. Eugene's voice rang out with yet another tale that would inevitably bring an amused snort from the fae's smaller frame, while a shift in weight brought her close to the large black brute. "Couldn't handle a couple of girls, big boy?" She leaned in against him for but a moment, peering up to bat her eyes playfully, cranium twisted to the left slightly adding to the beguiling look that crossed her visage as she teased the mastiff. Her voice held a tsking quality to it. "That's to bad, a stud like you, unable to deal a few empty headed ninnies. So sad really.." Shoving off him with a light chuckle her attention was once more drawn to the red fox. The shifting of her attention also reminded her where they were, a sudden flash of apprehension lingered in her heart. This was the last place she wanted Eugene to be, as if just looking at it would give him the knowledge that this is where her life started. She'd never told him about her past, never told anyone who she really was. In the end no matter what happened she was nothing more then a runt who'd wallowed in her own filth until chance and an abused doberman's minions gave her freedom. Words were once more directed toward the vulpine within their midst. "You must forgive him, he was dropped as a pup, never been entirely right since." Throwing a glance toward the black mastiff, laughter bright in their onyx depths. She lived to tease the brute.

[◄Eugene►]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Eugene/Untitled-4.jpg] Typically, Eugene ignored pure ignorance when it came to his 'language', and this was no exception. Any canine could tell that the small red fox was having quite a bit of trouble keeping up with the brutes choice of words, but Eugene appeared as if the vulpine understood every phrase, even after the confused luck that was given. The large black mastiff was still grinning widely."Dawg, I ain't needin' no luck. Fuckin' down by law, y'know?" Eugene had no problem making acquaintances, especially when the fae he had rescued some time ago was present. He found it much easier to relax around other canines then. He took Qanniks teasing with ease, used to it now. It never bothered him to begin with, which was surprising. The large brute usually took any disrespect harshly. Threatening to break their grills if they didn't watch themselves, then pulling through with his promises. He wouldn't ever attack a fae that didn't deserve it, though. Being the sexist that he was, he treated females like they were less than any other male on the island. Fortunately, in Qanniks case, he has always seen her as an equal, which was surprising to say the least. "Ah, naw, Shawty, It ain't like that. They was fakin jacks. Frontin' left and right. Can't stand that fuckin' shit. Bitches can't just act straight.", he chuckled. The brute was completely oblivious to anything going on within the faes mind, deep shit wasn't something he thought about. He just wanted the facts, getting into the games wasn't his game. Shifting his attention back towards the vulpine, crouching down more to his level, having trouble with the position and then finally deciding to just lay down. Pulling the whole charade off as smoothly as he could. "So, Gangsta, whats ya story?" Casual conversation. Not something he enjoyed per sey.. but it was much better than his previous alternative of pushy, fake chicks.

Eugene Dictionary - Because even I have trouble

Down By Law - Someone who has great repoir in the streets.
Fakin Jacks - To be phony or acting phony.


... only two this time... it'll get worse with the more I know XD

[Cursico!]

Hm, he had to admit he liked the idea the strange talk was because of childhood issues. His Wernike's area must have been damaged in the fall... or was it Broca's? Either way, he had to struggle to keep up, though he liked to think with a little more practise it wouldn't become nearly so hard... hopefully! Well there wouldn't be too much time to practise as he didn't expect to see the dogs again whenever he left- he never seemed to run into the same dogs twice.
Watching the complete oblivion to the fact Qannik was female gave the fox a reason to believe that the two were close... looking at them, it was obvious they weren't siblings although they reminded him most of a brother and a sister. Childhood friends? They might be, it would explain why the black dog wasn't thinking about the white in terms of mating.
Cursico flicked one ear back when Eugene crouched down to his level. His white paws shuffling him just a bit further away from the larger and heavier canine. His story? And what was a Gangsta!? The fox flicked his tail, wondering if his story was supposed to involve females... which in his life might as well be any sex under the moon.
Clearing his throat, Cursico decided to forgoe lying and instead by the principle of Ockhams razor use the simplest answer. "I'm just exploring. These caves are so weird, they smell like... and they're not like any other cave I've seen!" He dragged his claws across the ground which did have weeds poking through at regular intervals, but didn't feel like ground at all.
Like a light had just lit up in his head, the fox straightened up and grinned, "Hey, do you guys know what's up with these caves!?"

[Φ Ϙaηηik]

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[atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/QannikM.png] A snort slipped free at his explanation, it was typical of him though, she knew. The fae's probably weren't as bad as he made them out to be, but then Eugene never had time for the female persuasion. Except her, of course she didn't really act like the typical female around him. She'd never fallen simpering at his paws. In the past, it was true, she'd entertained the thought of trying to be his mate. Though she knew it would have been pointless since he'd likely have laughed off that muscled rump of his at any attempt she might have made. Questions, why did everyone always have questions? Inwardly Qannik cringed at the memories this place brought up, though outwardly she was completely at ease. Pressing to her paws she moved to explore the doorway of the caged the fox had been exploring as she came along. "Humans called this a puppy mill. They would breed dogs as often as possible to gain as many pups as possible to be sold off here and there. Or not, in some cases." The white femme didn't see the point in explaining the cruelty of this place. The unkempt pens, One of her earliest memories included the still rotting form of one of her unnamed siblings who had not survived. They'd left the body in the kennel with the rest of the littler long after flesh had vanished and bone had been exposed. At this point Qannik would fall silent, it was somewhat out of character for her to have offered up such a up front answer. So instead she shifted the subjects smoothly, "I don't suppose either of you might know where to grab some food?" Though she could accurately imitate the Don's manner of speech, Qannik rarely did so. At least to her own ears it sounded unnatural coming from her mouth, like she was trying to much. So she kept to what she knew, after all it had worked for her thus far and there was a human saying that rang true even in canine life. 'If it ain't broke don't fix it.' So she didn't merely went on with life day after day, tormenting Eugene whenever the opportunity arose. Questioning midnight optics shifted from the red fox toward the black brute who lay on his belly, a futile attempt to gain eye-level with the smaller creature.

[◄Eugene►]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Eugene/Untitled-4.jpg] One of Eugenes massive back paws went up into the air and landed on the area behind his cropped ears, scratching at it with his tongue lolling out from the pleasure of it all. A chuckle rose from his chest at the questioning and replies of the odd 'cave' they were currently in. The laugh seemed to last a bit too long. The fox was way too naive to be hanging around these parts of the island. Bad things could happen here. There was no such thing as sharing within the freelands. You took what you wanted. Stole. Fought. Every fuckin' dog for themselves. Which is one reason he started this little gang. On his own, he could take whatever he wanted. But with two canines approaching, he didn't even have to try. Dogs and wild canines alike sped off into to surrounding foliage before he even had a chance to tell them to get lost. He did try to be fair about it all. If the canines would stick around long enough, he would promise them something useful in return for their stolen prize. If they refused, he'd take it anyway. "Naw, Nigga. Deese ain't caves. Deese be the humans cribs. Some of us had it fuckin' good, dawg. Others had to fuckin' wax for a chance to live. Shit. I fucked up dogs left and right for my chance. Murkin', motherfucker. Wasn't a fuckin' mutt in the hood dat didn't try ta jet when they heard the mothafuckin' Don was comin' for 'em. Represent!" Eugene had lived his whole life fighting for the entertainment of the humans. At first, it was frightening. He hated it, thought he shouldn't have to do bullshit like that for a chance to live his life. Eventually, though, he came to terms with it. Realized that there was no fighting dog on the island that could compete with him. He enjoyed the taunting from his cramped kennel before the fight started. He enjoyed showing what happened to dogs that couldn't keep their fucking mouths shut even more. Soon enough, there were few dogs that even tried to put up a fight. Most pissing themselves when Eugene was released. Others taking flight to the woods when they heard they were next on his list. He had no idea about Qanniks past. She seemed stable so he just assumed she had a decent life. "Deese mutts that crashed here were fuckin' worthless in my books. Fuckin' didn't even try to fight for their chance", he scoffed, nodding towards the kennels. Most of which still held remains of canines that never stood a chance. A grin reappeared on his face when Qannik mentioned food. He rolled to his side and kicked at her with one of his back feet, laughing. "Check out Shawty. Mami should eat mo', fuckin' turnin' to da anorexic side, she is." He then flipped back upright and addressed the fox once more. "What it do, kid, your belly rumbilin' too?"

Eugene Dictionary

Wax - Fight
Murk - Kill
Jet - Leave
Mami - Beautiful Girl

[Cursico!]

Wow, something that sounded more insane than the dogs! Now that was surprising, or maybe it was the dogs that made the humans insane... But insane though they might've been, it was nothing short of amazing that they could out-build caves! Did that also mean that something else created caves?! At the risk of confusing himself even further, the fox decided that Human caves just weren't that interesting and decided to let the subject drop into a background noise that he'd look up when there was nothing left to do.
A puppy mill? The fox lowered his head and sniffed at the floor. For a brief moment he wondered if the floor was made out of pups, but that idea he quickly shoved aside. There couldn't be such use out of fluffy little bundles, if alive they'd grow and if dead they'd rot! He wondered what the Humans would want with dogs if not to build with them... it was all befuddling. Maybe the dogs were used as food?
Speaking of food... The foxes stomach grumbled in distemper at being left unfilled. He fluffed up his fur as if it somehow hid the noise. "Urm... I..." Cursico flicked his tail, "I don't usually hunt here, and you do look big for my type of food, but there are mice that eat strange brown nuggets piled up outside." Unfortunately, they were field mice and not anything tastier.

[Φ Ϙaηηik]

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[atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/QannikM.png] Inwardly Qannik cringed at Eugene's blunt feelings of the canines who used to occupy this compound. She had know for some time about his feelings in the regards of such beginnings, it was the main reason why she'd never attempted anything serious with him. If he knew where she'd come from he'd know just how worthless she truly was. There would be a silent sigh of relief that her swift change of subjects were so easily accepted. When that thick black limb shot out to kick at her she playfully snapped at the appendage coming several inches short of actually touching flesh. "It's not my fault your a pig, are you sure your not part boar somewhere in that linage of yours?" When he directed his attention to the fox Qannik inches away from him so that she now lay just beyond his reach, after all there were only so many times she'd get up to shake out her white pelt before irritation sank in and she'd have to sit on the stubborn brute again. Of course she had a feeling he merely played along to humor her when she grew annoyed enough with him. The mention of mice brought back even more foul memories, enhancing her feeling of melancholy. "Something a little more substantial then mice, I think. Shall we hunt?" The invitation was directed at both the red vulpine and the blacken canine. Without waiting for an answer to moved off with an easy graceful stride that was common to her breed. Casting a single inviting glance over her shoulder as she passed the Don, a playful flicker of that tail sent a brush of white slapping across his muzzle. If there was one thing in this life that Qannik had found she had a knack for, it was hunting. Instinctually knowing how to herd the prey to exactly where she wanted it coupled with her natural agility made for a decent hunting partner. Granted Eugene made most of the actual kills, but she wouldn't admit to that if it were more then just the two of them keeping company.

[◄Eugene►]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Eugene/Untitled-4.jpg] Eugene was in a particularly good mood today despite his failure in getting tail earlier in the day. Letting loose around a strange canine, a male no less, was something rare to say the least. The massive ebony brute sneered at the small fox when he mentioned the small morsels that wouldn't suffice any of them as a whole. The sneer quickly turned into a devilish grin as he leaned his head closer to the ground, the low sound of his voice rumbled around in his throat as he spoke "Kid, today's your fuckin' lucky ass day." He raised his head as Qannik teased and trotted past him, yelling out to her. "Hey, it keeps this shit happy. And I knows you wanna keep homeboy happy, Shawty!" Once the fae was out of earshot, Eugene once again directed his attention to the vulpine, chuckling. "Girl has flava, don't it? Think she wants ta hit it.", he nodded in the vulpines direction, to enforce the fact that Eugene was, in fact, talking about the small creature, grinning. Eugene rose from his downed position and walked over to the fox, their size differences completely clear now that he was upright. He leaned his head down, watching Qannik disappear into the foliage. His maw was nearly touching the large auds of the fox as he whispered. "But we'll speak on that later" He really had no need to be protective over Qannik in this situation, and he knew it. Luckily for the fox, this was Eugene humour. Usually it would be a very real threat, one he would make sure was acted upon. Usually through violence. But a laugh and a light nudge was all that followed this time. Eugene knew his own strength, and he probably had more of it in one paw than the fox did in his whole body, but the tap was light, he made sure of it. Maybe enough to knock him off his axes, but not enough to hurt him. "Follow this way and let's drop some science", he said, with a hint of chuckle still in his voice. With the thought of food, his stomach began to rumble as well as he started to casually make his way in the same direction Qannik had gone.

[Prey]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,399,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Beasts/doe-1.jpg] This was suitable, she thought. Her eyes slowly gazed out over the horizon, investigating the field she was about to enter. Large upright auds swiveled back and forth, occasionally flicking at the odd fly that came to rest near them. Her jaw moved in quick successions, grinding up the small bits of foliage she had came upon on her trek here with the rest of her small herd. The buck of the group was nowhere to be seen, perhaps he was watching over his females from a distance. Sasha was not the first doe to enter the field, though. She watched carefully as three others moved swiftly towards the lush grasses, fawns following at a quicker pace. With a few quick flicks of her tail, she decided that it was her turn as well to feast here. She could not be separated from the rest of the herd, her graceful, slow, deliberate movements were no more so than the next. Even though all seemed safe for the time being, caution was something they couldn't live without. All the females spread themselves out over the grass, giving each other enough space to feed, but stayed close enough to heed to any warning signals. It was quite the beautiful sight, even Sasha had to admit it. A total of ten doe littered the area. Tails flicking in communication, ears only adjusting themselves slightly to odd sounds, but no one seemed worried. All was well. Then, the young doe ducked her head down and began plucking the foliage from its roots and chewing slowly. Another perfectly lovely day.

[Cursico!]

((Ooc: Gah >-< The point was the nuggets were dog food. O-o But oh well *Whistles* Much more fun to hunt, eh?))

More substantial than mice? Cursico looked intently at the dogs and their heavy frames, and nodded mostly to himself. Yes, big and heavy meant that one mouse couldn't content them for an evening. Foxes were light, small and didn't need to eat much to remain active. Plus, mice were fairly easy game when not hiding in their burrows- but he thought it better not to try and persuade the dogs into demolishing the entire rodent population!
He glanced at the white dog as she began to take her leave, but was quickly turned to the black one who came uncomfortably close. The fox was faster, but the fox also knew that reflexes were a different matter to acceleration, and even the slowest dog could catch him if it was close.
Despite being niave, and struggling on the gangster style language, he caught what Eugene was trying to say. Quite practically, his lower jaw loosened its hinges and dropped. WHAT!? It sounded ludicrous in every aspect! They'd just met, species didn't match and he was pretty damn sure there'd been nothing such as flirting to indicate further feelings on either side.Regaining his composure, the fox snapped his mouth shut.
Yep, dogs were crazy as sin. He wondered what exactly had led Eugene to the conclusion. Or maybe his mind was just being toyed with? As a fox, he had done it before so considered it a viable possibility.
Being nudged by a paw nearly as big as his head wasn't very pleasant, but the foxes lithe body was determined to keep on all four paws and only wobbled under the force, fluffy tail swinging to maintain balance. The fox let out a little bark of displeasure, smoothing his fur back into shape before watching Eugene hop off after Qannik.
After a short moment of questioning himself whether he wanted to see how dogs hunted (for they looked so cumbersome to him, they surely must not be able to catch anything) the answer was obvious. Cursico shook himself before dashing after the dogs, his proprotionally long legs and light body allowing him to catch up, whereby he maintained pace behind Eugene- having absolutely no idea about pack structure and what being at the back told.