The malamute bitch noses softly at the male beside her. “What’s he saying Keula?” asks Amber while casting nervous glances around the make shift camp.
“Well your the one who us to me human. Can you not understand what he says?” Keula asks of the bitch his expression and scent one of merith.
Amber growls low in her throat at this perceived insult. “Never say that of me again! Or I will bite your nose!” the bitch informs fur bristling as she shows fang making her displeasure all too clear. “I pull just as well as any of you male. And you do not see me having to pee on everything either! So do not go poking fun of me because of wild stories some husky tries to spread about me.” The bitch finishes sitting so as to keep herself from biting the male fearing what the human might do.
Keula simply smiles secretly pleased with the reaction of this bitch. Her feeling being called a human or even the idea that she was once a human a deadly insult a good sign she is now all canine. At least she smells and now all but acts like a bitch born among a litter of brothers and sisters to his eye at least. And how she was ready to attack and would have surly if not for the musher watching fills Keula with pride at a job well done. Now what to do with Bryan he thinks as he casts a look over at the dog to see what that malamute is doing. “Yes and you will soon given the team a fine litter of puppies.” He offers to smooth over her show of anger as he leans forward to lick between her ears to make it clear to the Bryan who’s bitch this is.
Bryan for his part has been staring at the musher all this time watching every little movement of the human. A gloved hand reaching out to grasp his collar the male does not resist the will of the human finding the attention causing him to relax as his tail starts wagging. Sudden memories of this human or one very like him hand feeding him bits of meat also cause Bryan to relax. But a small voice in back of his head tells him this is not right. And looking over at Amber and Keula brings a growl from his muzzle, which is silenced as a hand strokes over his back. A pressure from a hand on his back quickly has him in a sitting position as his focus because the musher. But scent of Amber still reaches his nose and her smell is different then he remembers it to be. The smell making him excited and unable to relax to the point if not having his musher holding the collar Bryan would be over with those two other dogs to get some more of the wonderful smell into his nose.
“Easy Bryan. Settle down boy.” The musher tells the new male as he casts a look over at his other two dogs smiling slightly as they seem to have started some kind of conversation or game among themselves. “Time to get back to the team and see if that Iiumni has found the rest of the food.” He offers chuckling softly at the memory of some of that husky’s antics. Taking out a leash from his pocket he ties it to the malamutes collar to keep the dog at his side. “Bryan.” He says noticing the male is even now looking over at the other dogs whimpering softly. “Lets go fella. Back to see Becky and Iiumni. Come on.” He replies standing and giving the leash a tug to bring his dog to heel.