Daciana & Reima
"So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those stars will always be there to guide you. And so will I."
Looking at her smaller companion the light pigmented canine allowed a smile to quickly curl at her lips. Seeing this youngster safe and healthy gave her a sense of hope, but not also gave her a bigger purpose on staying alive. If she was to be killed, who would actually take her in? Sure there was bound to be other survivors, but they were rarely social and friendly now, also not wanting another mouth to feed - they'd more than likely reject the young pup if she was to be alone. Maybe the one they called the 'Protector' would take her in, but that wasn't likely. No one had hardly seen him never mind actually communicating and interacting with the masculine. However, her time was far from near and she knew those things wouldn't take her just yet - she wouldn't let them. Daciana had became to motherly figure to young Reima, which encouraged the head-strong female to allow herself to fall back from her usual temperamental self, and become a little more cooperative. Towards the pup that was. As the days went on, the pup grew older and bigger, her appetite increasing. Soon she'd have to try and search for more food, or is she could steal some. Daci was aware that it was unusual for her breed to hunt, but this would have to soon be an option. Although, the young lass would soon be able to help in providing, within a few weeks she would be one, leaving her almost fully grown.
Moments later Dacianas auds were torn from the dark pigmented figure as a muffled growl sounded, soon being followed by what seemed to be the yowl of a cat. Narrowing her eyes the Malinois let out a growl as she rose onto all fours, ears now slightly flattened against her head as she glanced out the window. Reima was still quiet, although the sudden noises did scare the young pup - she didn't want to show fear in front of her 'mother' in order to not appear weak. Even though Daciana had reassured her many times that everyone gets scared at times - even her. Standing on her hind legs allowed the canine to glare out the window, a small frame seemed to lay in the middle of the road "What is that?" she questioned, her head cocked as she glanced up at the female. "I'm not sure, I'll go and check it out - you stay here and eat something, there's a few bits and pieces in the other room..." and with that the ex military dog slowly made herself towards the small crack, poking her snout out she took in several whiffs - nothing, apart from the obvious horrid stench of the cat...then something unfamiliar. It seemed to be the scent of dog. But this one wasn't infected. Furrowing her brows the female crouched down a little and quickly made her way through the small gap.
A sudden coldness took over the female as she left the house, all warmth being lost as she was now exposed to the coldness but also the dangers which the outdoors held. The tanned canid let out a grunt as she took this time as an opportunity to quickly make sure the premises was clear - which was complete with a quick yet thorough check of the fences and areas which she had managed to cover up - these routes having entry and access, but only she knew of them. Feeling satisfied she had checked the secret entries and that the fence was still secure she headed towards the fence to exit on to the street. However a soft voice soon called causing her to let out a snarl as she turned her head , raising a brow at the young pup whom now stood just outside the small hall at the top of a flight of stairs. "Um, I wanted to just....Um, come out?" she smiled, a little uncomfortable as she was unsure as to whether she'd receive a scolding - however Dacis reply came as a surprise and this time she obeyed "Alrighty, well stay in the fence, you see anything warn me and if something approaches hide!" she snorted, squeezing out of the barbed wire fence, pushing herself under the whole she had dug.
Once getting out of the closed in area she headed towards the corpse of what appeared to be the cat, which seemed to have been slaughtered - that suggesting to her it was from the dog she could smell. Letting out a growl she placed a paw in the feline and rolled it over, peering down at its scarred and flaked face, as well as its matted fur and its tatted ears. Weirdly she didn't find this repulsive, although the putrid scent which lifted from the now dead corpse. Kicking it away aggressive she dipped her paw in a near by puddle, which resulted in small amounts of mud collecting on her paw - which she guessed was better than rotting blood. Following the scent a tiny bit up the street, her attention soon turned as someone called from behind. The Malinois scanned around, her eyes soon resting upon another canine - whom didn't seem to be infected. Flattening her ears and narrowing her eyes, she took a few steps closer to the fence which the pup was sitting behind - amber/brown auds locked on the unknown canine. Her instincts were always the same when being greeted by someone unknown, if this dog didn't pose a threat to her, she wouldn't too it. "And you are?" she questioned, her stance remaining tall and dominant as she looked towards the female. Meanwhile the pup had set herself atop a small, wooden crate which sat just a few centimetres away from the house - giving her a perfect view of the streets behind her - the small amount of buildings and forest behind her now unseen for now. Unlike she'd usually do, Reima decided to stay quiet, watching as the older female handles the situation as she had always done - deep brown eyes resting on the two canines, her auds now and then wondering up the streets and of course onto the felines corpse.
