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Raina couldn't sleep and ended up pacing around looking over everyone. She sighed looking over the dogs she loved, and just met. She yawned looking around finally settling in the corner as drifting off. In an instant she was tiny and weak her brother pushing past her for food and being hand fed by a human... not the musher but a woman. soon she was in a box alone at the training center when the musher oicked her up by the scruff giving the woman green paper and taking the pup to a pure white she-dog and a few larger dogs. "well hello there lil pup." the whte dog smiled. After a month Raina was playing with June the white dog by the river and slipped her eyes went wide and she yelped she breathed in more water than could have been good for a fish, he had phnemonia for a ong time the musher almost put her down before she got better by a miracle. a year passed and Raina grew stronger and learned being the runt didn't make her less. |
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Cypress laid his head back down, but didn't fall back asleep. He couldn't... not yet anyway. If he was tired the next day he would just have to push through, but already memories haunted him. |
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It was a warm family home. If only it was used that way. Denali's mother was huddled in a corner to be protected from the hitting, especially since she got accidentally pregnant from another male at the training grounds. When her pups were born, there were 2 red males, a white male, and a black female. Denali's master saw the pups as soon as they were born and started snatching them up, but Denali's mother caught on and viciously protected Denali and her snow white brother, Spirit. Denali was a few minutes old but felt the panic and squeaked wondering what happened to her brothers. Denali's mother told her later that those Red boys had been drowned. Denali's mother got whipped for protecting the pups, but the musher had the wonderful idea of selling the pups to get money. Since Denali's mother wasn't professionally trained he sold her to a dog fighting ring and she didn't last a week. Denali and her brother, Spirit, grew up beautifully and proudly carried famous blood from their sire. Suddenly, they were running in their latest Idatrod. Denali was giving her all and they were far, far ahead of the other team. She was in a perfectly aerodynamic posture and was dead focused on winning, since she was taught as a pup that losing would get her in a butcher's shed. As the passes the finish, Denali's whole body relaxed and she barked for joy, they won the Idatrod a second year running! As she woke up in the early morning - which was highly unusual since she almost always was the last one awake - she stretched into a downward dog, then stretched her legs behind her. She felt a bit down from the dream, but she was always good at hiding whenever she was sad. She remembered with a smile the only memory of her mother. Her mother was curled up next to them. She had a glossy tan and white coat that was the envy of most of the female dogs. Her mother sat down and licked Denali from head to toe, the way she licked her made Denali feel like her mother would never let anything happen to Denali. Denali cuddled next to Spirit and their master came over and gave them each a pat. |
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Cypress's eyes drifted shut but he didn't sleep. Soon the morning sun rose over the horizon, casting a veil of glowing warm light onto his back. A feeling of safety spread through his pelt as he heated up, not feeling like shivering.. or shuddering, for that matter... any more. Cypress lifted his head with a slight sigh; he had gotten barely an hour worth of sleep. Not enough, but it would have to do- there was no way he was letting his team down just because he was tired. |
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Denali huffed, missing Spirit since he was at a private trainers, but she knew he wouldn't be back very soon. Denali yawned and stretched again, all her muscles feeling sore. She felt very cold and tired, the air rushing through her nose was so cold it burned. She shook her coat of all the ice that settled there, then walked over to the water bowl, her favorite thing to play with. She frowned and pawed at it when she saw a layer of ice covered this as well. Sometimes, she wished she was a family dog, inside a warm home, a huge soft bed all for her, people who doted over her 24/7. She walked back to where she was and lay with her paws on front of her and her hind legs spewing out her side. Her large ears flicked around, hearing the nature slowly wake up outside. |
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Spirit walked up from nowhere and sat next to Denali. He had missed his sister so much that the thought of meeting her again makes his heart thumped fast. His cracked paws and and bloody unkept fur make it seems as if he had gone through a warfield. His once healthy figure had turned into a dog who looks more like a bony ghost. He had missed his team so much that he escaped, just for a short trip home. Little did he know, by just the nice thought of padding home in a few days, had turned into a nightmare of danger. He had walked through the snow and finding no food in the dry forest, having huge packs of wolves around and high hills, this could mean giving up. But this wasn't what Spirit was made of, he was made to conquer the hardships, he had to be strong. By now sitting next to Denali was something he had last hoped of, he had padded through snow 400 miles in a week. He haven't thought of it this long, but however, it was all worth it. |
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Denali gasped and cried when Spirit came over, licking the blood off him as soon as he sat down, she looked like a worried mother. "SPIRIT! YOURE BACK!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" She saw his thin figure and whined and yelped trying to sound injured so the musher would come out and see Spirit had returned. |
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Cypress was still half asleep... mostly, anyway. The sun had made him fall half asleep. Anway, he was halfway asleep when he heard nothing less of frantic howls that caused him to spring onto his feet and whirl around, his hackles bristling and teeth pinned. When he saw it was just Denali shrieking over- he assumed... mabe... Spirit?- He relaxed with a small sigh. His beating heart calmed down the slightest bit. "I'm trying to give myself a heart attack. And succeeding." Cypress mumbled, laying back down with a floppy groan. |
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Denali felt bad for her brother, he looked so sad and dilapidated, and clearly the musher wasn't coming out so she gave up and just kept next to her brother, feeling very protective. She saw Cypress get startled and said a quick, "Sorry!" |
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Cypress shook his pelt a little, knowing there was no way on this earth he was getting back to sleep after that. +Jumpy baboon+ he thought to himself with a slight snort. "It's fine." He answered just to hopefully make Denali forget about it, lowering his head and covering his nose with his tail. Cypress stayed like that for a couple moments before sitting up, again looking at the gate hopefully as he prayed the musher would come. |
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Morning Rain, with Cooling Temps Later
