Torana quickly rises to her paws as she hears the growl from a seemingly irritated dog. Torana always knew a stray wasn't welcome in some places. But for the moment, Torana does not growl or utter a word. This isn't her home, after all.

   BlueHeel watches the new comer for a second, then hears a familar growl from his mate. Turning he pads over to her quickly, "Whisper, dear. How are you feeling. What's wrong?" he looks at her, his mood instantly one of concern. "are the pups okay?" He tries to nuzzle against her. he looks over at Torana, "This is Torana, she's a friend of Kierun. and seems okay."

  Whisper's ears fall slightly as she lowers her head and shakes her fur again as she takes her eyes from Torana with a light snort as she looks to Blueheel and sits down, "Whats up with everyone comming here?" she says extremly nervous and touchy as her pregnancy draws to an end. With a light shiver she heads back to the stairs and lays down whimpering lightly as she stares out at the outskirts with a longing look. Oh how she wants to run and take Sarah out in the wilderness to fight of wild wolves and bears and eveything!

  The temporarily silent Torana looks in Whisper's direction, with an attempted greeting nod. The husky still does not utter a word; she only attentively listens to both of the dogs. Torana's tail still gently sweeps from side to side, in an idle fashion. Torana wanted to explain everything: she's only visiting- not meaning to truly irritate anyone at the moment.

  Blueheel's scent. It floats. It drifts. Most importantly of all, it draws two enormous, darkly-furred canids through the field, long, scarred legs bringing them inexorably closer to the gathering of huskies and the single mutt. Saliva glitters slimily on their muzzles, and blood red tongues loll lazily out from between yellowed fangs. Their eyes, now, their eyes are the very embodiment of malice. One bears the faintest imaginable limp resulting from bashing into something while retreating from Sarah and her gun, which still hasn't healed though it has been a week, and the other bears the marks of Jake's rather heft beating. They don't like Blueheel anymore. They want blood.

   BlueHeel nuzzles agaisnt whisper, "It's okay dear, I'm keeping them out of the house, and protecting like I should be. You just worry about yourself and the pups. and I'll watch everything else." he smiles at Torana to hopefully show that she's not the problem. His smile dissapears instantly, "Whisper in the house now." he says it as a command, not offering any backtalk, a voice he doesn't use often. he looks at the dogs he sees in the distance. "what do you two want."

  Laying down upon the stairs with her two right legs hanging down in the snow, "Oh yea.. Sure.. I see.. You let them in the yard but not the house." she rolls her eyes a bit then noses him harshly, "Why dont you go protect me" she says up untill he commands her to go and get in the house, "What are you talking about.. I dont want to." she says raising a brow at her mate as she wonders just why he's commanded her like that, "You may be my mate but you do realize I outwieght you by about a million puppies?" she says well untill she notices that there are others joining them at the acerage.

   Torana nervously turns her head to the dogs that BlueHeel is speaking to. Slowly, Torana takes a step backwards, trying to catch up on the situation at hand. The husky has obviously missed a lot around her. But instead of uttering a 'What's going on here?', Torana narrows her eyes suspiciously- but not in a threatening manner at the other dogs.

   Perhaps it would have been wiser for the female husky to have forbore from narrowing her eyes at all, as it is caught swiftly by the beast with the limp, whose path promptly deviates to bring him closer to her. Unless she deigns to move out of the way, as would appear wiser. These dogs are not well-known for their ability to decipher the intricacies of narrowed eyes. They are, however, quite infamous for their thugliness, as is what comes to play when the other dog -- the one bearing Jake's marks, addresses BlueHeel with an ugly leer. This also being the dog that chased Whisper that other fateful day, it is only natural that he stare at her briefly. Lewdly. Before speaking to her mate. "You dead."

  BlueHeel looks at Whisper again, "IN." He moves off the porch and heads directly to the dogs, his heckles raised his tail up. "you are on my land, I suggest you leave, or get more like what he received." He indicates the one with a limp. he moves to keep them from approaching any closer. His fangs are bared, his normally friendly demeaner is just cast aside. There is no fear, only cold cunning." His ears forward.

  There is no way that Whisper can get into this but as the one male stares at her she narrows her eyes lightly and growls, "You know that Sarah and Jake are here just waiting to get you all back for the street in.." her attention is snapped to Torana and her attacking male. Blue goes ignored as Whisper scampers from the porch and heads over to put herself between the male and the husky growling lowly as she two raises her hackles. She knows good and well that she has just put herself in more than a rock and a hard place but she has to protect her family and those who are on her lands.

  Torana seems to let out a soft grunt as Whisper stands between her in the male. Torana merely whines because it has been made obvious to her that the female is carrying pups. Torana jerks her head forward to watch them all, but is ready to leap in if she has to.

  Una trots along taking in all the new land she has been brought into and haveing no problem with enjoying it. Large paws carry her along the snow covered ground tail twitching with each step. She pauses lighly hearing some growling, with ears flicking foward she glances about catching the scent and sight of others so she moves that way head lifted up as she sees Whisper and the rest of the dogs here. She pauses once close enough guessing from the way Whisper is acting some an't pose to be here. Maw twitching she clears her throat. "What's going on Whisper?" She questions letting her and the others on.. "there" side know she's here to help as well if something should start, if it hasn't yet..

  One must realise that the limping dog's limp was not inflicted by any particular individual, but rather acquired by means of dashing into a wall. Terribly, bright, don't you think? In the meantime, the dog that was beaten by Jake-boy is slightly taken aback by the fierce exterior presented by BlueHeel. Not much, however, because masculine pride and all that stuff must be satisfied. He straightens to his full height, which is really quite tall, and glowers down at BlueHeel malignantly. Fangs, there are plenty of. "Make me." Torana's bloke detached his attention from her, briefly, to look at his partner-in-crime and Blue, but switched it back when Whisper came over. The fact that she is -pregnant- and standing up to him doesn't do much for his ego. His lips peel back too, revealing his own set of fanginess. "How many dead babies you want?"

  BlueHeel without looking away, he growls back to the new team member as he hears her speak Una, "Protect Whisper's pups." he slowly pads closer to the other dog, his fangs more exposed, "Gladdly" he takes a swipe with his paw at thug1's muzzle, not holding back as he might normally.

  Well, Pregnant or not.. Whisper has managed to get a mouth and attitude that could easily make her rank about as malice as the others, only not quite THAT evil, "How many do you want to sire?" she asks back in turn as she two draws her lips back in a snarl as she lowers her head and rises her tail. Thats one thing she wont do untill she's sure that there is no one about to get injured while she is here. Una however goes unnoticed knowing good and well that the minute she unlocks her eyes from the other male's.. she's done for. Right now atleast she has a SLIGHT paw on the situation.

  The large mixes ears flick back as she hears the dog speak to Whisper. Bright gaze narrowing thinly as she steps froward hackles raiseing as she pauses next to the rest of her team mates. Hearing BlueHeel she didn't have to even be told she moves up so she stands next to Whisper not worrying to much about how she'll feel.. She wouldn't be able to stand by why she got hurt. She snarls out lowly towards the male before Whisper and herself. "Don't even think about it." The mix states thinly towards him as she tenses her muscles just waiting for him to try something so she can counter the attack.. Well she hopes anyway.

  Torana basically just stands there, not proclaiming a word to any of the current dogs here. Quietly, Torana shifts the muscles in her upper front leg forward, locking them into a position, as if ready to sprint forward. But the female husky does not move forward at the moment. Once again, she'll leap in if she has to.

  A curse explodes out of Blueheel's opponent's muzzle as the mutt's paw strikes home. Indeed, that did hurt. Eyes blazing in fury, the large dog wanes backward one or two steps before his actions actually penetrate the wall of his psyche and he gathers his balls and lunges toward the smaller dog. He hopes to use his bulkier self to, well, squish the poor lad and his jaws area agape to basically take his head off. Strategy, these two tend to leave up to Lip. The dog facing Whis down takes the attack as his cue, and duplicates his partner's actions. Only he's aiming straight for a pregnant female, as opposed to a streetwise little male mutt. We can debate ethics later.

  BlueHeel pretty much expecting the direct attack, he rolls quickly to his side and moves back up to his paws on the side of the larger dog. He then tries to headbutt the side of him to knock him down. He lets the others deal with the limper one. Only in the beginning of his life did he lose his cool when fighting, he learned. Hopefully his opponent doesn't learn.

Whisper's chest begins to rise and fall harder and faster as she keeps her eyes peeled on the male. Something deep down tells her she's about to get it and just as she thought the female is tossed onto her back and forced to give a quick yip which is quickly muted by the attacking male as he gets the side of her muzzle in his mouth. Tons of yips are given as she tries to free her muzzle to attack him only with every attempt the male's back leg comes in contact with her swollen stomach. She flails about in desperation feeling the need to get back to her paws.

  Una growls out madly at the dog lunges for Whisper. When the male lunges she does as well and attempts to slam her large form right into the male trying to stop him from reaching Whisper, and at the moment any way she can. Missing hitting the male she turns about quickly and slides to the side before she lunges out towards the male side attempting to knock him right off of Whisper as she trys to slam her large form into his. While doing this her jaws open and she try to grab hold of fur and flesh as she snarls madly. The quite dog does seem to change when she's in a fight..

  Torana growls as the dogs aim to attack both BlueHeel and Whisper. As Una attacks, Torana assists the opposite side of Whisper attempting to push the male off of Whisper as well. Snarling loudly, Torana often leaves her jaws partially open, attempting to grab ahold of a part of the male's fur.

  As does everyone else, Una my dear. In any case, all the jaw-grabbing and hurling-about of the other two females' selves does succeed in getting the male off Whis. Which is a good thing, for the pregnant husky anyway, because he was beginning to force himself quite uncomfortably close, drooling, as well as tighten his jaws -- and we all know where that leads to, don't we? He is hauled off the female quite neatly, and deposited - barely- on all fours two feet away. Blood trails off the furry slopes of his shoulders as he glares and snarls -- and then one frenzied eye falls upon Una, who started the successful attack on himself, and the next instant he's hurling himself *hard* for -her-. Blueheel's opponent certainly did not learn. However, he is a great deal larger than Blue so the headbutting thing doesn't exactly knock the wind free of his lungs. Instead, he stumbles aside and emitting a short 'oof', blood spattering over the grass from his muzzle when he does so. Blue had better take advantage of this.

  BlueHeel takes the advantage of this and jumps on the dog.. his muzzle open and starts biting at whatever he can, trying for a throat hold, but whatever he can get is good. he presses the attack on, he won't give up. He hears whisper'ss yelp, but rather than turning he intensifies the attack. how dare they attack his mate.

  Now uncovered, The pregnant bitch, Whisper, reamains on the ground barely moving and barely breathing. Both from shock and the acutal attack the husky seems near death. Her pride shot down as well as the bitemarks which have begun to bleed. It seems nothing more could go wrong.. only... something does. A contraction hits the soon to be mother and half dazed she gets to her paws and begins to stumble towards the stairs falling on her side a number of times always towards the side that the mutt had bit. In a last ditch effort... she pushes her way into the dog door and makes it into the safety of the house.. for once.. turning her pack upon her team and pack.

  Una snarls out deeply as she catches sight of the hurling dog coming her way. She's hit a moment after seening him on his way. Stumbling from impact she falls but is quick to attack back not about to let him be the only one to get hits in while she's down. Her bloody jaws open and she aims an attack towards his shoulder as it comes in sight and trys to bite down hard with a muffled growl escapeing her as she does this.

  "--bitch!" and an instant later, Una's fangs sink deep into her victim's shoulder. His turns are too slow, unfortunately for him. The five-lettered obscenity voiced a moment ago melts quickly into a yowl of pain and rage as the beast rears backward, leaving a rather large piece of flesh between the female's jaws. Blood glistens deeply crimson on a dozen different places, and he wisely decides that now is the time to flee. A last snarl is hurled in Una's direction, a promise of sorts -- and he runs -- or rather, limps even more exaggeratedly now -- out of the field. Blue's teeth graze his opponent's throat lightly. Shocked at having escaped serious injury so narrowly, due to some unwise person up there that still likes him, he just wavers there momentarily, debating what to do. Blue is tougher than he expected. That his crippled friend takes off, however, makes the decision for him: he turns, tail tucked between his hind-legs, and flees the scene hard on the heel's of the other.

  Torana watches the males flee from the place, her eyes narrow in a satisfied way. Quite concernedly, the female husky's eyes follow Whisper up the steps but then trail back to Una. Realizing that no one- that is, besides Whisper seems to be in serious pain. With this, Torana believes it is time to make her exit. "I bid you two a farewell for now. The fight is over and I'm on my way again." Torana smirks and turns to exit.

  Una rolls onto her paws quickly just a bit brusied from her fall under the weight of that male. She spits out the fure and flesh she has in her maw eyeing the fleeing cowards as she spits out from blood. "Is everyone alright?" She questions not seeing Whisper limp off.. Well she did have a dog on her..

  BlueHeel pants and watches them leave. He then turns around to see what the outcome is. he pads over to Una, "Are you okay? Where's whisper?" he sees some blood on the ground and is very concerned. "They won't get that far next time." he turns over to watch them flee then back to Una.

  Una rubs her maw into the snow trying to get the blood off. "I am alright, just a bit brusied from the hit to the ground.." She pauses. "Where's Whisper?..."

  BlueHeel looks around more, "I don't know, I heard her yelp. She should have gone inside when I told her to. She can't fight when she's pregnant." He sniffs around trying to locate his mate. Unfortunatly in the area he's in at the moent, there are a lot of scents. "Whisper." he calls out. After waiting a second, he remembers his manners and turns to Una, "Thank you, by the by.

   Una shakes her head. "Don't worry about it.. I am part of the team." Her ears flick. "You guys are sorta like family now and I protect my friends and family to the death." She gazes after the pair. "Check the house for her, I am gona keep a watch tonight to make sure they don't come back."

   BlueHeel looks over to where they ran, "I'll check, and be right back, I'll protect the house as well, I should have caught their scent earlier. and made sure whisper woulnd't be near them."

Fri Mar 30 23:08:21 2001