Here Comes Trouble (Savvy, Sunny, Open)

[Bengal Brat]

Flower, the pup that you RP is the only one that is staying at Shanook's lands. Otherwise, Savvy and Sunny: your two charrie pups are going to the AR. Isn't Nook nice? Haha. Unless stated otherwise, the post should be open.

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Shanook stalked into the Auction Rock, flanked by two oddly colored pups, both about three moons old. One was a male, and one was a female. The middle child of the litter, a female, was back at home in Benstripe Woods. She was the only pup from the litter between Shanook and Zara that Nook himself had decided to have remain in his land. Although the father was not trotting with that proud glint in his eyes shining as bright as it usually was, his head and tail were still held high. Any dad would be somewhat sorry to see his own children leave him, even if they were was cruel and heartless as Shanook was. The mighty brute slowed his pace down just a tad bit, pushing the two young wolves in front of him; no one would harm them so long as he was there. Shanook herded the pair over to a medium-sized pen, the wooden slabs that made it up just a bit too close together for even one of the pups to slip through. Nook took a few brief moments to hang a sign on the front of the pen. The sign read:

Shanook X Zara
3 Moons Old
Somewhat Timid
Bailey and Fren
Take Together

Then, Shanook turned away from the very-noticeable lettered banner and moved his bodice back towards his children. He opened the gate with ease and picked up the male pup, setting him down gently in the center of the enclosure. As the young wolven's rump touched the dirt-covered ground, his father gave him a very slight, almost un-noticeable lick on the top of his head, no doubt a sign of encouragement. The brujo did the same thing with his currently-youngest daughter. Shanook watched for a few brief moments as they shared several hushed, obviously uncertain words with each other. Then, the brute stood up; it was now time to leave his own flesh and blood in the paws of another wolf. He closed the gate behind him as he turned and stalked out, head and tail as high as ever. Shanook turned and looked back at the two for one last time, his face hinting absolutely nothing; his eyes didn't betray him, either.

"Good luck."

Although his words were spoken in a harsh, gruff tone, there was a very slight trace of warmth in them. He felt that there was absolutely no need to mention to his son and daughter that they should be okay so long as they remembered who they were and kept the memories of him and his mother alive; that statement itself seemed to flash before both of their eyes. Then, confusion slowly clouded them. Nook gave both of them each a brief nod in turn before spinning around and trotting away. Not once did he stop to look back at the two young pups staring after him with wide eyes. That part of his--and their-- lives were over, and the chances of any of them seeing one another again were very slim; almost zero. Shanook was very agile, so he managed to clear the stone wall of the busy Auction Rock entrance in a single bound and leap. The instant the very tip of his tail disappeared from sight ,teh two pups should have known that he was gone.

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Xenith
^{This is an interesting surprise.}

Xenith quietly supervised the surrounding beings on sale, his single orb not finding anything worth his while. As his pads fell heavily on the earth, his one good optic scanned the tags that were posted on the different wooden rungs. Finding one of interest, Xenith paused, quickly scanning for any useful information. Hrm. Some idiot had left pups that weren't even 6 moons here at a slave auction. How kind. The male knew perfectly well what some might do to such young and innocent lives. Beating, raping, not to mention killing the two since they were so young. Taking upon himself, the Dünen Alpha slunk into the pen, his black fur making more ominous a picture than ever.

The male figured he probably looked like creature out of a pup's fairytale--only not the kind you would ever want to encounter. With one orb missing and numerous battle scars, Xenith could well attest he himself would not leave with such a character. Sighing, he sat down before the huddling bundle of pup flesh, his vocals soft as he spoke.

"Care to live the life of a true wolf, M'dears?"

Not having any pups himself, Xenith had always been one to fierce fully protect the younger--they were the supporters of the pack, the ones he would need to depend on later. With two new faces that he'd found, a sort of fatherly instinct arose in the male. Maybe they could be his adopted pups. . .

['Sanura]

;:Bailey:;

Wanna be...

Bailey trotted behind her father her eyes open with a sweet innocence and curiosity only achieved by the young. The clumsy pup not used to walking so far was very tired yet she still managed to smile and chatter with each wolf she passed. She couldn't stand still her paws moving her about continually as she pounced on her brother and swiped at her fathers tail. Abruptly her father stopped and Bailey nearly ran into him. He reached down and grabbed her brother and put him in a pen. Then he reached for her and put her in also. Bailey smiled as he grumpily bid them good bye. She wondered why he was leaving them here. Pondering it for a bit she decided it wasn't all that important. As long as she had a playmate and something interesting happening she was fine with whatever happened to her, such was her young naive thinking. Bailey's ear stood at attention when a battle scarred wolf creeped toward the pen her and her brother where inside of his black fur and huge size presenting an ominous picture indeed. Baileys slight tail wagged and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she listened to his words.

"Care to live the life of a true wolf, M'dears?" Bailey tilted her head, she didn't know what the wolf meant. So she just blurted out whatever was in her head.
"I don't know whatcha mean, Mister," she tacked on the mister because she remembered the nice wolf back on her fathers land said it was polite. Bailey drooped a bit, she had liked that wolf, she wished she had been her mother instead of her real mother who was never around.
Bailey scrutinized the wolf again and blurted out the next thing that came to her mind,

"How'd ya get those funny looking marks?" Her little nose pointing to one of them, her face holding the utmost gravity. It was a very important question in her sweet little mind. Her question now asked Bailey sat on her haunches and waited impatiently for the wolf to answer her. Her tail brushed back in forth stirring up the dirt and she sneezed loudly.

my friend??

[Savant]

...Fren...


The little wolf pup followed his father shyly. His little head turned every which way at the wonders of the world. This was his very first outing. Despite his excitement, he was quite regretful that his mother could not accompany them on their walk. Fren sensed his father's need to walk along silently and so he said nothing.

They stopped at a wooden structure. And before he knew it, Fren was lifted into the pen with sister. He let out a whimper and put his eyes against the wooden slats to see his father. "Dad?...." He whimpered softly. Just as quickly as they had come to this place together, Fren watched his father leave... alone.

Poor little Fren sat in a corner and sulked silently to himself. Why had his father left him here? The pup scooted closer to his sister, as a figure appeared before them. It was a male. He was much larger than Fren, possibly even much larger than his father. Unlike his father however, this male was missing an eye. His sister Bailey replied to the male's question first. Shyness crept over the pup and he sat behind his sister.

['Sanura]

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