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“Mother says that Ou is supposedly beautiful and peaceful. It’s considered sacred land for us dogs.” Weed answers as he walks with his father, the sound of the crickets chirping along the night sky.

He nods, a small smile curling the corners of his lips. Though she had not originally been wild, Sakura quickly fell in love with the land; the freedom it brought, and peace. Not only the land... but himself, as well. Gin never could understand how he’d been lucky enough to meet her.

“What she’s said is true. My father-- your grandfather Riki... the first and greatest of Leaders, made our home possible. He entrusted me to care for it by his passing... and perhaps someday, that too will be your duty.”

“Do not compare us. Whatever relation we might have had has been lost.” She tipped her face away, her disdain unrestrained. She felt little to nothing for the domesticated line of her kind. Brainwashed slaves, she thought. Forced into servitude that they found likable. Those that broke free often didn’t last in the jungle.

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Face placid, the canine took an emboldened step toward the female. He felt no fear; no anger. An impulse, to bridge a path of understanding... as was done before in his younger years, to the kin of the North. Many came to his pack... as equals. Those who considered him one of their own.

“You are so assured of your truth... but I know mine. That your kin, in lands far and blustered with snow and hail... have bestowed the same respect to their fellows, to me. To each other, we swore our loyalty and companionship.”

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Amber eyes glanced around the den the two were in. She was wet from being in the snow, but it was rather warm here. her paws reached up to the longer fur near her legs and she attempted to squeeze some of the water out when he spoke. “You see, I would have been hungry during this storm. I thought I could get back rather quickly.” Her ears dropped slightly as she leaned her head back against the den wall.

“I didn’t take possibly falling ill into consideration.” She didn’t even know where this den was compared to her own. She lifted an ear slightly as her head lolled to the side to look at him. “I never caught your name. ‘m Chrona.” She finally introduced herself.

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“It is unfortunate; a bird managed to escape me not a minute before the storm arrived. Had I been quicker, there could have been some left to share.” he lamented, casting his guest an apologetic look. He was always one to provide for those in need... whether they be stranger or comrade. It was the polite thing to do, and if it saved a life-- it could always be repaid.

Shifting from his warm hollow of bedding, Gin stepped closer to the female. The air around her... it bristled with that unnatura l heat from before. He had never known the sick to radiate their warmth, but then this one was rather odd to begin with.

“...if you don’t mind my asking, what are you? My experience says ‘fox’, but my eyes betray me. You walk as man does, and carry a stick with you.” Taking a moment to bow, he gave the girl cordial smile.

“My name is Gin. It is good to meet you, Chrona.”

“Yes Father, I would love to.” he says as he walks with his father towards their home, the sun already beginning to set.

They walked for a time, Gin watching the waning path of the sun across the sky... until all around them was finally shrouded in the inky black of night; stars became their guide, and light. He knew the way by scent alone.

“Tell me... what do you know of our home? Ōu. Your mother surely spoke of it every so often, yes?”

Weed gently nuzzles his father. The only family he had left. Weed had a strong heart like his father and had his mother’s kindness.

They sat in companionable silence, content to be beside the other without need for words. A gentle breeze swayed the autumn leaves above their heads. It would not be long before the same breeze would become bitter and cold, nipping at wet noses. How lucky was he, to have found his son before winter...

“...would you like to accompany me to our home, Weed? It should be getting dark soon.” Gin had no reason to believe his son would object, but it was better to ask than to assume.

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“ …if it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer something fresher. ”

in his line of work, finding something that surprised him – - in the sheer impossibility of it, not the jump out of the closet and eat you kind, was becoming increasingly rare. that much apparently evident in the way his brow seems to crunch inward, green hopelessly wide. “did you just talk?” it sounds even dumber when he hears himself say it. but in his defense, it’s because dogs don’t talk.

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The canine’s lips curved into a half-smile, taking quiet satisfaction (and amusement) from the man’s expression. This was no normal occurrence for him... speaking to humans. Among their kind, it was considered taboo-- forbidden even, by some. Rules were to be followed... but this was a special case. This one had been Touched.

Going along with their shock, he mimicked the other’s wide eyes in jest; gazing to and fro, as if searching for the source of the voice. A paw came to rest atop his chest, the most innocent of looks splayed across his features.

“What, me? No, of course not. I’m but a simple dog, silly man.”

“M-my name is Weed...” he says, tears still streaming from his eyes.

“Weed... a strong name. Weeds never truly die, and they always return. Come, stop your crying... I’m here now.” A paw came to his son’s face to wipe away the stains on their fur.

“Man,” she echoed, eyes narrowing in scrutiny. Yes, she knew who they hunted and for what. It was disgusting. The only exception was her man cub, and he was raised with the pack since before his little legs could carry him. “You’re a bastardized bloodline.”

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Gin was taken aback by her harsh judgment. Then, wildlife would have every right to scorn or fear man... he knew what they were capable of— had seen it himself on multiple occasions; unrivaled cruelty, yet boundless grace and altruism on the same coin.

Holding his scarred head higher, he gazed upon the female calmly.

“Say what you will. However... our blood binds us together, against ages and ancestry. I can sense the same soul brimming with spirit within you as myself. We are not so unlike. Both wolves in different rites.”

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The Lioness was relaxing inside Priderock. Enjoying the cool breeze brush through her fur. A unfamiliar scent danced through her nostrils, making her get on her paws quickly. Stepping out of the entrance, she looked around to see where the scent was coming from. Jumping off the Priderock, she began to search for who the scent belonged to. Stopped in her tracks, the lioness caught a glimpse of a Dog wandering around Priderock. Without any hesitation, Nala charged towards the intruder, baring her fangs. She leaped up and roughly pinned the dog down. Her blue eyes stared threat- ningly down to the dog, growling wildly.

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Simply careless... he knew to observe better than this. The scent should have tipped him off first— many individuals lived here, and though he couldn’t see them did not mean he had cause to put his nose where it was possibly undesired... even if it meant missing such a grand view. Only at the last second did he notice the fast-approaching feline, the wind knocked from his lungs at the force of her tackle. Blinking rapidly, he growled back in challenge; teeth bared.

Quickly pivoting his head to the side, Gin took hold of her wrist in his maw-- with the difference in size between them, he was able to fit his hind legs beneath her torso. Keeping a firm grip on her limb, he kicked out with his legs and flung his head upward simultaneously... flipping the lion over his prone body, and onto her back.

He leapt away from the lioness, watching her carefully in case she decided to follow up with a counter-attack. The tip of the rock’s flat cliff lay behind him.

“...are you always so quick to attack strangers?”

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Heaving his large frame up from the fertile ground, Baloo began to make his way from the falls.

“Then do come along, Gin. There is much which you can behold here.”

Their meeting had taken place in the northern reaches of the jungle, a country which Baloo frequented on account he enjoyed the fruit which grew plentifully here. Yet the south of the jungle was a country that no doubt this Gin could find interesting, what with the people who dwelt there.

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“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He followed, four steps for every two of Baloo’s. It was an easy pace they kept, silence filled by the soft rustle of leaves in the canopy; birdsong echoing throughout, the sound of the falls slowing fading behind them. Everything was so densely grown... only trained eyes-- eyes like the bear’s could guide him. He would be lost in this place, regardless of how keen his nose might be.

Gin licked the humid sheen from his muzzle, turning to his large companion. “Where are you taking me first? I imagine there are many things to be seen even as we walk... but I assume you have a particular location in mind?”

⇝ || Her nose twitched as she sniffed at the air. “What are you?” The scent was vaguely similar to that of her own kind, but not quite. And he certainly didn’t look like a wolf. What was he?

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Respecting the query, Gin answered promptly; hopefully with enough information to sate her. “I am the product of a partnership spanning centuries, between man and wolf. In simpler terms... a dog. A bear dog, to be precise. Fated to hunt bears, as my father before me.”

“Then I expect you to move quickly and exit the area.”