Avalon | 5 | Oak Tribe| Lieutenant | M: Naruto, Frodo (ref), Cawls (ref), Nymph (ref), Breeze (ref), Aceso (ref)

Avalon nodded once in understanding while the large black, tan and white male spoke. He was curious to why Naruto wanted to talk to him before the evening; the same about the meeting by the stream. A part of him wished that he hadn’t done that because now his curiosity would drive him mad while out on the patrol and he wanted to know now. However, his mother taught him that patience was a key life skill that needed to be formed and molded. So he did not pursue after him.

He paced the floor, waiting for Frodo. He hoped that the older male’s tonic could be whipped up quickly and applied. Before he’d know it, Cawls and Nymph would be back, expecting the patrol to have left. He grumbled in this concern.

He looked back into the entrance of camp and noticed Naruto and Breeze. He couldn’t hear them, but he watched. What a fine couple they made, he thought. His eyes shifted about camp some more to watch Oak thrive. Aceso will be on the evening hunt, he thought, as he watched the muscular male. He’d hate to get into a fight with him. He was a large dog who doubled his height. He didn't know much about the male, but he did hope that he had a docile and content personality. If not, his rank could be at stake.

Cawls | 2.5 | Oak Tribe | Warrior | M: Nymph, Avalon (ref)

Cawls bobbed his head when Avalon assigned him to work with the sable female. He was fairly nervous about it actually. He didn’t know her very well and he didn’t find the air around her to be inviting. So he decided just to keep quiet and get the job done. Whatever drove him to want a creature’s destruction was over. It had passed and it was through. He was both thankful for it and also sorry to see it leave. He liked feeling invincible. Now he was back to his insecure ways and fearful shortness.

He nodded his head quickly when Nymph told him where they’d head. It sounded right. He picked up the other end of the fox’s leg and prepared himself to haul it. He didn’t like the idea of being left alone with only her to help fend off an attack, so he wanted to make it snappy. He didn’t doubt her abilities, but he did doubt his own. It was amazing how fast a heroic feeling could vaporize.

Mike was exploring the terriorty during the fox attack so he wasn't in the area. He was heading back to camp and deicided to hunt and suprisingly he caught a deer. He draagged the deer back to the camp and left it at the fresh kill pile. Mike looked around camp for a spot to lay down but then he saw Avalon. He walked up to the male and asked "Did anything happen while i was gone?" He countined on saying "I brought deer back with me if anyone wants it." Mike sat down next to Avalon but then decided to lay down as he waited for a response from Avalon. Mike was starting to think about Kaylie and hoped nothing happens between the tribes so that they could keep living in peace. He then thought about Night again and couldn't help feel a tinge of sadness but also sympathy for Ash. He looked up and the decided to go back to his sitting position as he watched his tribe around him. Mike felt that someting was wrong or something was going to happen but he wasn't sure if he was just being paranoid.

Frodo || Oak Warrior || 9 Years || M: Avalon, Mora, Cawls (ref), Nymph (ref)

A sharp snap came from the vermin’s neck as it went limp. Frodo knew what had occurred, but did not react to it right away. Unlike the other two, he hung onto the fox for a few seconds longer. Slowly, he let go, making sure to leave a “nice” mark in its leg. A satisfied and victorious growl rumbles past his curled lips as he stares down at the beast’s corpse.

At the lieutenant's order, the fawn male nods his head and begins his trek back to camp at a fast pace – or what he perceived to be fast. His short legs, however, do move rather quickly – even if he wasn’t covering much ground. Once at camp, he made a beeline to his sister’s den for the remedy. Butterflies fill his stomach as the image of his injured sister comes into mind. Ancestors, please let her be okay.

Strutting into the den, he is quick to check for his sister for any injuries. Finding none, he prepared for the usual procedure – though not without asking how she was – and allowed his sister to apply the ointment when prepared. Surprisingly, the male said little else during this time, lost in thought and worries. If Cawls hadn't acted so fast…

The treatment was over almost as soon as it started. Wasting no time, the miniature pinscher mix strutted out of the den and set out to find Avalon. Frodo spotted him rather quickly and made his way over.

“Sorry ‘bout the wait, Lieutenant. Despite what I managed earlier, I’m not as fast as I used ta be. Anyway, ready ta head out?”

Nymph || Oak Tribe || Warrior || M: Cawls

Thankfully the fox wasn’t too big and with them both working together it was fairly easy to drag along. It was only a little awkward in how she had to walk, keeping her stomach lower to the ground than she would usually walk. Not that she blamed the shorter male, though she did believe she would have worked better on her own. She was socially awkward and didn’t like being around others all that much, at least she gave that impression anyway. While dragging the body, she glanced over to Cawls through the corner of her eye, getting distracted for a moment and ending up tripping over her own paw, falling forwards and face first into the dead fox’s fur. The female let out a small yelp and then a quiet growl, annoyed at herself for being such a clutz.

It was just adding more delay but after adjusting herself and standing from her position she couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head at herself before shaking her fur out to rid herself of any dirt. “Uh, ha! Sorry, I should be concentrating more,” she apologised to Cawls, more embarrassed at herself than anything. It was such a silly thing to have done but she didn’t want to let it interrupt them too much so snatched up the fox’s leg once more. Nymph started hauling the creature with the other male once more, still quite amused at herself for falling but definitely paying a lot more attention to where her paws were stepping. She wouldn’t find a second time as amusing.

Avalon | 5 | Oak Tribe| Lieutenant | M: Morning Patrol

Avalon finally saw Mike appear. It looked like he had been hunting, but it annoyed Avalon that he had gone without the patrol. Then he asked him if anything happened. Avalon smiled internally at the question. Things always happen when you’re gone.

“Yeah, Mora was attacked by a fox a little outside the border. Cawls and Nymph are cleaning up the mess.” Avalon answered the large wolfish dog. “Nice catch.” He complimented the other dog’s impressive kill. Rarely could you kill one alone, it must’ve been a weaker one. “We should be leaving soon, so I don’t think we’ll have enough time to eat it.”

Frodo appeared soon after and was eager to go. Although Avalon was eager to leave, he did not bear any bad feelings towards his elder dog.

“It’s fine, Frodo.” He answered him and then called to the others. “Ringer, Mike! We’re heading out!”

He wagged his tail like it was a flag and trotted out of camp, assuming that the others would follow. After camp grew smaller, he walked at an easy speed, raising his leg every know-and-then on trees to mark their land. The sun was brightly out and the clouds looked like the little cotton tails on rabbits. He enjoyed the slight breeze in the air as it blew by his face. The grass was long and sometimes their blade tips would tickle his nose causing him to sneeze loudly. Despite that, it was a fine day and he was happy to finally be out of camp and doing his job.

Cawls | 2.5 | Oak Tribe | Warrior | M: Nymph,

Cawls trudged along in the long bladed grass with the fox in tow. He could barely see past the thick wall of green in front of him. Suddenly, he felt a jolt from the other side of the creature and he almost toppled forward. He dropped his wet leg when he repositioned himself to see what happened. His poor partner had face planted into the fox’s fur and was muttering to herself in an irritated manner.

Cawls was relieved that that was just what happened. He half expected the fox to come alive and eat her. He nervously laughed. It was sort of funny after all but it mainly was because Nymph was laughing at herself. This defiantly made her more approachable and it reminded him that she was, after all, just another dog.

However, he just grunted when she apologized. He expected that he was still nervous around her. He also suspected her to be embarrassed but he was glad that she had tripped because he didn’t feel as awkward anymore. When she continued to pull the creature, he latched onto his leg and gagged at the foul hairy taste of both the fox, what it had rolled in recently and his own morning breath.