'Cody, come here.' The Golden Retriever perked his ears at the sound of his name, his gaze turned to Crow, the black labrador. 'Found something?' His heart pounded inside his chest as he padded through the thick mud to where Crow was sniffing at a small opening in a bush. Her dark brown eyes turned to Cody and she nodded slightly. 'It's Todd, he went this way. Are you interested in finding him?' She whimpered, realizing that she sounded a little desperate, Crow straightened up, her muscles tensing as she waited impatiently for the pup's reply. 'Of course I do!' Cody inched closer to the female he looked up at Crow and gave her nose a gentle lick. 'You don't really hate him.' The words came out as if he were her very own pup, Crow stared awkwardly at him and whimpered softly. 'No, I don't.'
Todd swiped his tongue over his muzzle, the taste of blood filled inside his mouth. 'That was some tasty vole.' He purred delightfully to himself, he heard the leaves beneath him as he shifted in his position. Maybe I should go hunt for Cody and Crow, he thought to himself. His haunches rose and his forepaws extended, another purr rumbled deep inside his throat as he stretched himself. Todd looked around, the tip of his tail twitched every so often, silently unsheathing his claws before he went out on the hunt.
((In this post Cody is acting a bit more mature, but once they find Todd, he'll be his normal self again.))