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Gannicus ([personal profile] god_of_the_arena) wrote 2018-03-30 02:13 am (UTC)

Aster was beside himself to meet a new person, curious about the smells on her; of all of them, his tail wagged the fastest, and his tongue was the most eager to give affection. He was not as big as the other two, nor was he quite as impressively muscular.

Foha and Bran were more reserved, but no less fond in their greeting of the girl. Foha, in particular, was reserved. My people are gone, he reported to her. But I live here now with a new pack.

Bran nuzzled into Daine's leg, leaned into her firmly.

Gannicus eased off the fence; most of the time, he would try to call the dogs off. But Bran and Foha both warmed up to the girl at first sight like they did no others, so he let them. He accepted her hand; his own were calloused from hard work.

"I'm Gannicus," he confirmed. "And you've now met Aster."

Bran became my friend, and I came here with him, the excited dog reported. Foha came when his people disappeared. Then one of ours disappeared. This, at least, made him more somber. He missed her gently scratching hands, and the way she would let him lay on her feet while she worked her loom. The whole pack missed her, he knew.

"Is it true?" Gannicus asked. "Do you talk to them?"

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