a chance for a family.

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C O B A I N ::

Where was a homeless pup to go without a human pet? Cobain didn't know. Heck he was just two months old and pretty much was living off of nothing barely nothing and had no parents. Thin and weak. A prey to most. Small and prawn. Short and stubby legs made walking difficult, it was a sight watching this tyke trip and stumble along foliage path to wards the lodge. Here it was where he was going to look for protection against the cruel dark world. Maybe a meal.

Hello? I'm here to stay with the pack. If thats tokay.

Somewhat of a small voice came out of the tyke. The collar the humans had put on him cutting into the fleshy meat around the pup's neck, oh it hurt terribly when he moved around and a small yip was released from the pup's muzzle. Stubby extensions folded neatly and the tyke laid where he stood on the foliage. Their wasn't much left of him and his life would soon be coming to a sudden halt, if the contraption around his neck wasn't removed as soon as possible. Curling into himself the pup slowly drifted into a sleep underneath the sky's dark blanket of night. Over head where stars which served as the tyke's night lights. The wind the lullaby his deceased mother would sing before, a metal tin can that the human pets drove; barreled her down and caused her to take her last breaths where she had fallen. Now all alone, curled up in the night lay the little tyke Cobain.

[Maybe ♫]

Out of the shadows crept a rather large dog. At first, he seemed almost wolf-like, but a good look at the beast proved otherwise. He was of mixed origin, unknown to even himself, except for a small amount of wolf that he knew ran in his veins. Generations of crossbreeding had given this male a rather large stature, bulky yet still lithe, built for brute strength and adequate speed. His facade was handsome, with deep golden eyes that seemed to penetrate one's gaze if they were to look into them. This beast, such a fine specimen, was the alpha.

"Come with me, little one," Came his voice, a soft coo, yet it was still gravelly and deep. The alpha was a stern brute, responsible and often reserved, but he was not cruel. He couldn't leave a pup out in the cold. "I'll take you to the nursery. A dog has just had pups, perhaps she will take you in and feed you. You still take milk, don't you?"

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The small creature jolted awake with the sound of the alpha's voice. Slowly the tired pup rose off the ground to look at the taller more masculine specimen before him. He had asked what he ate, last time he had a meal it was his mothers milk. " Yes sir".

The finnish spitz showed through, pure bloodline and all, small curled tail waved a bit before inching colser to the alpha. Empire rubbed against Darthyn's muscular extension. Sticking colse to the alpha, he was ready to move on to where ever the nursery was. Jaws strecthed and relased a yawn. Sheepishly looking at Darthyn, waiting paitently to go.

[Maybe ♫]

The large male nodded, lowering his head to come face-to-face with the helpless little scrap. "Have you got a name?" He crooned, his golden eyes gentle and serene, a rare occurrence for the male.

He opened his mouth slightly and very carefully grabbed the scruff of the puppy, lifting his head and hoisting the young'n up in his jaws. As he began to walk to the Nursery, he silently prayed Kitty would take this puppy in as her own, otherwise he'd die.

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Flinching slightly at the pain from the rolled fabric, taunt and tight around his neck slowly eating flesh away, the tyke allowed the older alpha to carry him off. " Cobain."

All that was given to the alpha was a blunt answer for a name, which was simple. Cobain. It seemed it was all that the tyke had owned, possesed. He kept it dear to him, though just a name it meant the world to him. "Where are we going? and Whats your name?" Now that the alpha had known his he was quite curious to know his.

[Maybe ♫]

The alpha chuckled. So many questions. He too was curious as a pup. Through his mouthful of fur and loose skin, he mumbled, "Darfyn" After a brief pause he regained his grip on the tyke and strode forward through the bushes, coming close to the nursery.

"Dis is teh nurs'ry" He grumbled through his cramped jaws.

ooc // I'll make a post in Kitty's thread in the nursery for them to introduce Cobain. But tomorrow. I'm tired. I'm not even gonna code this post. Lol.

[jaffe]

Ooc: good post I laughed. Okaydokey.