The Clock goes Tick Tock in the DarkBo had dropped everything off in Mavro's room.. But the damn dog wasn't there. So, currently, at the moment he was busy, very busy... drinking water. In the tunnels. He was having himself a nice refreshing drink from the meted snow in the tunnels. Yup. lick lick lick.
Beo felt pretty good after his run with Bo earlier and now sat with his new bantam perched on his paw. Just a casual night for the vagabond. Although when he’d snatched a bite from the food storage earlier he’d felt a bit odd, like when his old owners used to dump white powder down his nose almost. He shrugged to himself and looked down at Batman. “… you lookin at me?” he asked the mini rooster who just looked up at him.
Mavro had been MIA all day. Not a trace of him in the area- until now. He'd pad through the concrete platform that overlooked the water pool... head lowered with his spine. Nh. Beo was found first, then... Bo. Brows would knit into a glower and he'd bark out. "Follow me." And
Bringing Home the Bacon, and Drugs.Bo had gotten a mission! Woot! He smiled as he left Mavro asleep with a tender lick to his ear and a nuzzle to his jaw. A whisper that he'd make sure he took care of him, of course! He moved along the catwalks, tail swishing behind him. Feeling confident, excited, pretty! He'd move down the halls until he found who he was looking for. With a raised paw he would wave to Beo, "Hey, excuse me? Would you like to escort me on a task?"
The kangal mix rested happily on the edge of the concrete looking into the water when he heard and saw the cheerful Bo, he’d lift his head and look to the Gamma with a smile “Of course Mister Bo” the kangal said and stood, walking over proudly with his fake thumping softly on the ground. Beo was in a very good mood today, and hell, Bo had always been good to him, why not help this awesome dog out.
Bo flashed a bright smile, "Awesome! Its for Mavro. And it wont be easy so I needed some back up I can trust." Yes, Bo trusted Beo to help him and
Warmth in the Winter.Ash strolled through neutral with her head hung, nose lolled to the ground in a casual sniff at the cold dirt beneath her paws. A yawn made the female pause, but soon she- with a quick arch of her neck, continued her travels. The train yards scent flooded through her memory, nostalgia rolling over her shoulders like a blanket. She rarely stepped out of Trieste anymore, why would she? Hunting was there, so was her pack. She adored staying put… But sometimes you just need a walk. And what better time than … late at night. A haul allowed the female to clamber into the back of a train, the rust scraping off in chunks under her claws. Weathered metal creaked beneath the capo but she thought little of it. A couple of kicks and she stretched her back legs out behind her, head resting down onto her paws and her nostrils flared with a content sigh. Yes. Alone time was good for any dog. But Ash took special exception to that.
The same could be said for Mavro. The Di Fonga boss had be