Come and smell the roses

[Recessive]

Rurik walked with gentle ease in his stride along the bank of an unfrozen river, the recent failure of the trek to the North laid heavy on his mind. That and the nearly ironic disappearance of his Bernard friend, he missed Axe a great deal. Not to mention Stockholm who had also faded away, it was like a reacquiring jinx lately. Meet someone then they vanish into thin air!, it was a puzzlement.

Either way the steely colored male was enjoying the warm sunbeams the graced over his back like warm silk, the feeling soothed him and his troubled mind and after a few minutes of walking he took to rest. One question though stayed in his mind like a pesky bug, where was his father now?

[Shen]

[Hope you don't mind.]

Watson sat numbly upon the hard earth. It was quiet, like most days were now. His ears laid back. Their trek to the North had not gone well, they had lost members and those they hadn't seemed to fade into oblivion. Like Saba. He had yet to see any trace of the pink eyed femme. His sighed, his white furred body laying down. He missed his friend greatly, and the other dogs of the Village he had the pleasure to meet.

His mind just couldn't wrap around where they had gone. It was like, excuse the reference, seeing a white dog in the snow; there one minute and gone the next! His nose twitched, a faint scent tickling it. He shrugged if off. Most likely just a memory.