Keula yawns then stands and pads over to his mate tail wagging slowly behind him. “Amber? You ok?” The big male asks before sitting beside his bitch.
“Was just thinking about Bryan. What if I would have gotten sick too?”
The male leans his muzzle forward and affectingly nibbles at one of the females ear tips.” Well you did not and besides I promised to keep you safe silly bitch.”
Amber gives a mock growl and begins wrestling with the large male malamute. As if taken by surprise the stud dog almost finds himself pinned till he with a woof begins fighting back, tail wagging with joy.
The musher having stepped out of his cabin for firewood pauses a moment to watch his dogs play. Smiling he reaches a hand up to thoughtful stroke his beard as thoughts of the fine litter his new bitch will be whelping come to mind. “Yes Amber you make a very fine female dog. Your where always a canine only you did not know it.”
The two dogs too lost in their play do not even notice the master watching them. Becky however gets to her paws eyes locked upon the near by human. Able to smell coffee and bacon coming from the house she unlike the others remembers what it was like being human.
“You want out huh girl?” The master asks knowing Becky can hear him. Would she try to run away he wonders as he walks over to the pen which holds all of the dogs except the two leaders Keula and Amber.
“You know I have no place to run as long as I am a dog.” She barks in reply rearing to her hind legs as she places her fore paws to the wire mesh of the dog pen.
“Very true. As even if someone wanted you as a pet they would have you spayed. You would not like that huh?”
Eyes going wide she finds her tail tucking under her at the very thought. But then not to have to suffer attention from male dogs maybe it would not be so bad? Becky thinks to herself while her tongue licks at her nose in a pure instinctive reaction to her current mood.
“Becky? What are you doing?” One of the husky asks as he wakes and pads over to her. “Stay with me. Please?”
Her head turning Becky looks to the pleading male. Nostrils quivering she takes in his male scent. Tail wagging a little faster as he moves to her side and nuzzles her warmly.
“Well Becky?” The musher asks now standing at the dog pen gate. “Only going to be moments before all the dogs wake and start crowding forward in hopes of my attention. Might forget about you as the rest beg for petting or food.” He tells her trying to sound as if it does not matter to him either way. But he has been thinking for some time of maybe getting a helper. Perhaps he could shift her partly back to human shape he wonders never having found a dog that was willing enough for the magic to work.