Post by .::Tyrant::. on Jun 17, 2005 15:55:39 GMT -5
A soft rustle of foliage announced the presence of the Lead Dog. Tyrant pushed his way through the bushes and came to the top of the slope leading to his large, leafy hollow, the hollow which he hoped would soon be filled with dogs. 'Twas a cosy place, with two shallow dens dug on the far side for himself and Reverie.
The ridgeback bounded down the slope and skidded to a hault in the middle of the hollow, sending mud spraying into the air at the touch of his fore-paws. He then turned on a dime and gazed up at the top of the slope, awaiting the arrival of Angus and Bayarn.
The ridgeback bounded down the slope and skidded to a hault in the middle of the hollow, sending mud spraying into the air at the touch of his fore-paws. He then turned on a dime and gazed up at the top of the slope, awaiting the arrival of Angus and Bayarn.
