Wondering off

[furby]

Furby the Border Collie wondered off in to the forest not knowing what she was doing she knew all she knew is that she was gonna get as far as she could away from the humans.

[Fezzlynn]

Ginger trotted gracefully through the trees, his long ginger pelt flowing, though his coat was a medium in length, and his light silver paws clean. He turned a corner and almost came nose-to-nose with another dog, a female at that. Taking a pace back he dipped his head in greeting. Hello, ma'am, he murmured politely. He stepped forward, sniffing the female's nose in proper greeting and stepped back once more. My name is Ginger. May I know your name?

[furby]

Furby had a startled look on her face "Hello Ginger, I'm Furby." she said politley looking at the male.

[Fezzlynn]

Ginger was looking at the female, who looked at the female, who seemed to be about his height. She wore some weird things around her muzzle and legs, but he realized she was a border collie, just like him! Though he wasn't pure border collie himself, he was glad to be with his own kind again. He remembered the old wolf who had mentored him as a pup, and now he was almost two. Forcing that thought to the back of his head, he remembered the future he could have. He could make new friends, and maybe this border collie wanted to be friends.

Remembering that you cannot just automatically be friends, he decided to ask a couple questions. So, Furby, were do you come from?

[furby]

Furby noticed Ginger was the same height as her she looked closer at him studying him could he be part border collie like me she thought to herself then snaped out of it and answered back "i came from the villaige"

[Fezzlynn]

Ginger twitched his ears, and as they usually did, allowed them to flip over into an alert, pricked form. He sat down, and as if he were a cat, wrapped his tail around his paws. The village, he murmered, half to himself, I come from here. Just been wandering, nothing better to do- his words broke off, cracked with too much pain to bear. Looking away, he began pretending to test the air to hide his grief. Flicking his ears for Furby to keep quite, he stalked forward, as a cat would, and pounced on a mouse. Killing it quickly, he picked it up by the tail. It dangled from his jaw, looking plump and juicy. Walking forward, he set it in front of the female. Have you ever tried mouse before? he asked calmly.

[furby]

Furby tilted her head slightly to the left watching him. She looked down at the mouse studying it carefully the looking up at Ginger she said "No I don't think i have."