Hurricane is SUPER bored. BE HER FRIEND OR ELSE jk jk jk

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    Hurricane the German Shepard puppy, walked around. She was super bored and wanted a friend to talk to. She lied down and stared at a tree.

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    "Do you mind?" A figure of wolf materialized from the shadows, he was long haired with a beautiful charcoal black pelt and glistening azure sky-blue eyes. "This is where I usually sit. If you can't scent well." He blinked and observed the she wolf, she was gray, not particularly plump- or skinny.
    "If you don't mind..." He glanced at her, expecting the wolf to get out of his spot.

    OOC: OOPS i meant to type german shepard not grey wolf. I'm getting all my characters mixed up.


    IC: Hurricane glanced up. "Sorry," she said. She was very calm and mysterious for a German Shepard. But she could be fierce if she wanted to. And she wasn't afraid of anything.
    She got up and walked over to another spot. She lied back down and stared at another tree trying to become somewhat tired.


    ((this is what she looks like: http://www.totalgermanshepherd…german-shepherd-puppy.jpg))

    Her voice was amazingly calm, he watched as she slowly got up and settled in another spot.
    "Why so bored?" He asked, sensing the awkward atmosphere. "The nature is enough to keep anyone un-bored."

    Hurricane turned her head and perked her ears a little. "I don't know," she said calmly. "I guess today was just a boring day. Nothing really interesting has happened all day for me." she looked at him. "Anything interesting happen to you?"

    Revealing a toothy grin he spoke again, this time his voice seemed ancient.
    "Maybe. I fought off a forest full of demons. Demon dogs." He rolled onto his back, stomach pointing up to the tree. "Want to join me next time?

    Smiling he let the sun's warm rays reach his stomach.
    "What have you been doing today then?" He asked, "I told you. I think i have the right to know too."

    "Well," she said. "I've been wandering around trying to find something to eat, something to do, anything. But I haven't really found much. I almost caught a squirrel but it ran up a tree and I lost it. That was the most exciting thing I did all day." She sighed.

    Pricking his ears he leaned closer towards her,
    "Dogs catch squirrels?" He asked aloud, "You act more like a cat for all I know." He joked, smiling to himself as his eyes directed towards some more trees.

    She giggled a tiny bit. "Yes," she said. "I knew a Jack Russell a long time ago that loved catching squirrels. She was a very fast runner. She taught me how to catch Mice, rats, squirrels, and rabbits. And some birds and foxes."

    "Hmm..." He looked around, then at his patched pelt. "Lucky you." He sighed, "German Shepherd." His ow pelt was patched, he had those oak brown eyes and weird type of pelt color.
    "I have no idea what breed I am." A mongrel.

    OOC| Yeah, he doesn't know what type of breed he is.


    "Yeah. I don't." He replied, "Maybe a bit of this and a bit of that?" He joked grinning, reluctantly rolling onto all fours. "C'mon. It's boring here. Let's go somewhere else.'