|Harry|M|Guard|Strays United|M: Loki, Alha, Brothers, Kaara|
Harry growled at the small male that came to help.
"I don't want your help." He snarled, "Don't touch me." He was glad when the pressure was released from his neck, but he wouldn't show a weakness to an enemy.
"Leave." He barked, "I can handle it!"
But... he followed the male upon him mentioning the pack. He knew that he couldn't give up on life just yet.... it just wasn't time.
Harry glared at Loki, before hearing a yelp. He spun around, and his ears went back when he saw that the humans had Lily.
"Lily!" He barked. If the eyes are the window to one's soul, then you for sure could see his jump through those windows.
He lunged for the human, not wanting to let a packmate get hurt, not after not being able to save his sister.
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It took a full seven seconds for him to realize that it wasn't worth it, Lily couldn't be saved. He turned to flee with Loki.
He stopped right before squeezing his fluffy frame out of camp to turn around and look around the camp, unsure if he would ever see it again, or Lily.
"I am sorry Lily." He whispered, feeling defeated, and broken all over again as he turned back around.
For the first time in a while, he felt the pain from the collar that had been tight around his neck. He'd thought he had grown numb to it, but apparently not.
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Harry didn't want to pick a run to keep up with Loki. He just wanted to lay down, and stay down. He walked along, trying to find his courge to go forwards.
In his eyes, what was the point? Everything could be wiped away in just a blink of an eye. He would have to rebuild everything all over again if he did one thing wrong.
It was like walking a wire a hundred feet above the ground. One wrong shift of weight, and he would plummet down and down until splat... no more Harry.
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He could hear the humans screams getting closer behind him. He picked up a trot, glancing behind to see the outline of a very mad human. That was enough for Harry to get moving.
He'd faced his fair share of mad humans, only his human was a farmer. Ten times worse.
As Harry picked up a lope, he thought back to the first time he and his sister had gotten into the chicken coop. Was the meal worth the beating? No. In little Harry's head, there was nothing worse then getting called a bad dog.
The fear of getting called bad was enough to pick up a sprint, soon catching up to Loki.
"So, where are we going?" He asked, keeping a steady pace with Loki. He didn't trust him; he'd been tricked one too many times for his liking by this male.
Harry also rolled his eyes at how he would drool over Alha's paws like a lovesick puppy. Sure, Alha was a nice dog, who was powerful and knew how to stand up for herself, but was she worth drooling over? Surely not.
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Harry heard a faint bark, and skidded to a stop. That was Shalah's howl.
"We are such Idiots! We are going the wrong way!" He growled, before turning in a 180 degree turn and running down a different ally. His lungs burned as he ran, trying to pull in as much oxygen as he could. His neck was in a good amount of pain, but he would prefer pain over the feeling of nothing. Only a dog with a death wish would want to feel nothing. He'd been that dog once, numbed by his sisters death, and his human dumping him. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't have protected his sheep.
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It wasn't long until he'd reached the fresh scent of Shadow. He was smart enough to follow it, paw for paw, scared to step off the path and risk a trap.
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He could hear a van ahead, and stopped behind a dumpster, panting, waiting for it to pass. How he hated his long coat. He couldn't have had a short coat, nooo.
Harry picked up a trot, sniffing around the ground, wanting water.
He stopped to drink from a murky puddle of water, and pulled back from the nasty taste. His throat now burned with his lungs. Such a large dog wasn't made to sprint for long distances, but instead designed to take down enemys or die trying.
He looked up, unsure where exactly he was, still following the path of Shadow.
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How he hated getting seprated from the pack, it made his scared that he could find them all taken by dog catchers and he wouldn't have a chance to fight, and prove himself worthy of their praise.
Deep down, that was all he wanted. Growing up, he lived to hear the words of "Good dog" come from his farmers mouth. Not much as changed, it seemed.
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Harry walked along, careful now of the vans sighting him. He didn't want to get captured, not when he still needed to prove himself to his pack... not just his pack, but the world. He would die trying to save his pack from the creatures he had once called his friends; humans. Or more importantly, dog catchers.
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Harry looked around a corner of a building with caution. He could smell the pack, they were close! Thank goodness. He was tired of running, dodging and hiding. He just wanted to lay down in something cool, like water.
Panting, and drool hanging from his jowls, he stepped out from the corner. His ears were perked, and he got lazy. He wasn't watching where he was going. Now who was the foolish one? Not the humans this time. It appeared to be him.
He was so caught up on getting to the pack, he hadn't seen the curb. He tripped over it with his large, clumsy feet, and landed funky on his leg. Now, not only did his lungs and throat burn, his neck was bleeding but now he was also limping. What a day this was turning out to be.
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Harry limped closer to the pack, his tail wagging when he saw the, all there.
Panting, he sat down by Alha.
"I am glad to see that almost everyone is here." He said, thinking back to Lily.
"Is anyone else hurt?" He asked, wanting to make sure that he would pick up the rear to fight off any attackers from that angle.
He looked around, getting the feeling that they weren't in town anymore.
Winter Month: 2 
Night 
Blizzard Moon: 
