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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:42:49 GMT -6
Perhaps she should put some thought to switching to chain leashes on a more permanent basis. At least there were hardly any creatures of her own that could entertain the thought of gnawing through metal, and she likely wouldn't want to own one that did. Watch her have some sort of corrosive monster by the end of the week, for as many times as she'd claimed that she'd never own a creature now dwelling at the farm. "Thank'ya," Lethalia murmured, holding her hand out to the pup behind the fence. Foggy wasn't nearly as bothered as her owner by it all! Well, at this point she could always try and pull the houluh back through the opening and forget this trip had ever been imagined. It was just - did the gap looks smaller than before? Even the wide bars of iron looked like they had shouldered up closer to one another, where the saty could've sworn the paneling had been so spaced out even she might've ducked through. December|17
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:43:05 GMT -6
Foggy answered the unspoken question for her. Impatient that nobody was joining her in this snow field, and that meant she couldn't go anywhere, she intended to fix this! She yipped demandingly at the satyr, jumping up on the bars to see how she could convince the woman over. Letting out a groan that seemed excessive for a puppy's weight alone, the gate began to swing open. Outwards and almost effortlessly, the gate creaked to a stop at the baffled woman's hooves. All this time...?! Oblivious to the satyr's current state, Foggy marched back out of the gate with a happy tail and 'words' for her owner, playfully growling and snorting at her. The way was open now, come on! The growl morphed into a miniscule howl, Foggy briefly throwing her head back with ears flopping all over as she worked herself up with her own demands. December|18
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:43:22 GMT -6
"Okay, aight -" Lethalia laughed and ruffled the puppy's ears, gently boxing her head off to the side when she tilted her head back for another 'awoo'. "I hear 'ya, hear 'ya. Lessgo, c'mon, Foggy-girl!" Between the certain chime of her voice and excitement that she could go the pup found herself completely unable to sit still. Entire body wiggling with the force she was wagging her tail, all it took was her owner clapping her hands and taking a step forward to send Foggy rocketing off. All too soon the end of the leash caught and reminded her she was still contained, paws sliding backwards and out from beneath her. It took surprisingly little snow to envelop a puppy whole, all but for a twitching mound at the end of short skidding paw tracks. If the satyr hadn't witnessed it firsthand, the snow gave a cute enough recollection of events. Running - running - sliding - gone!December|19 come|1
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:43:46 GMT -6
She didn't bother smothering her laughter as she approached, since Foggy didn't seem the time to go sullen upon realizing she was being laughed at. Which was more convenient than trying to quell her normal giggling; in this case, it might even help Foggy find her way out! "Oh no! My Foggy jus' up an' disappeared on me!" she cried out to the snow mound, chortling when it gave a small twitch. Was she going to have to go excavate Foggy out of her own personally made avalanche? "Oh Foggy!"Twitching and twisting in ways snow didn't normally on it's own, a little white tail popped free from it's snowy prison just as the satyr was going over to see if she really did need to start digging. "Oh! I dinnin't know puppy plants grew in winter," she mused airily, patting the exposed houluh butt. Foggy lv|4 ly|8 December|20
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:44:04 GMT -6
At the pat and sound of her owner so close, the tail started wagging ferociously, whipping icy crystals of snow to each side. If she kept that up, Lethalia figured the pup may well propel herself out of her snowy cage. "C'mon Foggy, y'can do it!" she encouraged. The satyr would start into digging soon enough, but a muffled yipping response from within the snow mound didn't hurry her. If she was barking that she could breathe, and if her tail was wagging... Foggy was likely completely fine. Sure enough a pink-nosed muzzle pushed it's way through the snow, wiggling and testing the cold air before her tongue darted out to wet her nose and apparently take a lap of the snow on the surface. "There's m'Foggy!" encouraged the woman, hoping to draw Foggy out on her own accord. Not like she would bury the pup in snow purposefully, but it seemed like a convenient way to burn some youngin' energy since it'd happened anyway. December|21
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:44:17 GMT -6
"Y'comin' out, snowy girl?" Lethalia asked the twitching nose, touching it's damp surface with a fingertip. Foggy sneezed, spraying more snow away from her head and freeing her wide amber eyes to the snowblindness awaiting her outside. This kind of nearsightedness caused by the cold was a lot more glaring than being put in the total dark. Foggy squinted at the bright, winter clouds aglow with the sun they had swallowed, shrinking back into what had become something of a snow pit. It was fine, she didn't need to come out and hurt her eyes. Things were much better here, in this hole she'd accidentally forged. In time, maybe it would even begin to get warm! Though it didn't stop her fur from being soaked, the idea of a warm place was a nice one. "Foggy? C'mon pup." Lethalia clapped, earning herself a slight whine and pitifully sideways wagging tail. December|22
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:45:39 GMT -6
Never would've taken her as a creature that would enjoy the snow to such an extent, but even if she was pleased with it, Lethalia ought to get her out of there before she caught a chill. If she was a little more cold resistant the satyr wouldn't fuss but as it was that damp fur was something of a hazard. Deciding to be rude, Lethalia hoofed down the front of Foggy's little shelter, surprisingly quite the little cave for how little time Foggy had been in it. That collapsed and giving more access to foggy, Leth struggled a piece of galabex jerky out of her backpack without taking it off. Kneeling she showed the houluh her potential cartoon-cervid shaped morsel, calling again "C'mon," in the sweetest voice she could muster. Pulling her out would be faster, but she wanted to see if Foggy could respond to the command before it lost meaning to the pup. December|23 come|2
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:46:09 GMT -6
Toys were Foggy's primary modivator, or at least play was more of a reward than anything that could slow her down. Normally this pup found herself much too busy to bother dealing with the likes of food; there were so many other things that could be done with her time! Right now though, after that entire walk here and lots of activity ever since they'd left the house - yeah, it was about time for some food to start sounding tempting. More than the satyr was expecting, too. Everything was done to the -nth degree with this kid, and Foggy had launched herself out of the snow den without further debate. "Hey! Good, there's m'girl!" Lethalia praised, even if she did end up dropping the jerky on the ground so she didn't get her fingers eaten up too. Reaching back into her pack, the satyr sought out another while she still had Foggy's attention. December|24 come|3
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:46:24 GMT -6
While Foggy snuffed the first out of it's snow cover, Lethalia pulled at the leash to wind it around her hand and bring the houluh closer. Brows furrowed when there was less resistance than expected on the leash, prompting her to peer down where Foggy was treading endless circles in the snow in her search for the dropped treat. Feeling her heart drop, the satyr spotted the chewed end of the leash dangling from Foggy's collar and drawing eddies in the snow between her front paws. Well then. Quietly she pocketed the other half still dangling from her hand, unsure what she'd need it for since any repair or tie wouldn't be strong enough to hold. She could loop the handle through Foggy's collar she supposed, if all else failed. But still - crap. What from here? Really she needed to get the pup in somewhere warm to dry up, and... well, the front door of the mansion was a lot closer than she remembered. Foggy lv|5 ly|10 December|25
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:47:06 GMT -6
Heading into the mansion was seldom her first choice or even goal in venturing here. Real treasures might be hidden within the building proper, but the satyr didn't feel compelled to seek them out. Instead she'd remain in what felt like relative safety outside, liking to think the gardens were beyond the grasp of the places' magic even when she knew full well that wasn't the case. So, home was pretty far away to try and drag a damp puppy without a leash, even if Foggy was fine for now. Leth wasn't looking forward to wrangling her there. "Foggy," Lethalia asked, once the pup had found her snow-dampened morsel. "Okay girl," she sighed, reaching down with a splayed hand to grab hold of Foggy's collar. Instead, her heart jumped into her throat as the pup saw the incoming hand and crouched down low to avoid her reach, darting off at the last moment as a snatch was made at her collar. December|26
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:48:55 GMT -6
Clearly the pup wasn't much of a fan of this scary game. Lethalia wasn't sure if perhaps Foggy wanted to avoid being picked up or if her own feelings were affecting the pup's mood; they might not have been that close, but dogs were shockingly keen on their owners' emotions. Or so the satyr had heard. If only life in the Caravan hadn't prevented her from getting one such companion for so long, perhaps she'd be better at dealing with them by now! They came pretty naturally as one would expect, but still couldn't handle dogs with the ease of someone who even grew up with them. She'd watched the Caravan's hunting dogs work with rapt interest, but otherwise she had nothing to go off of. "Foggy, I'm sorry," Lethalia crooned, somewhat in a hurry to ensure the pup didn't realize her unbridled freedom in this huge snow field. She could't calm the furious drumming of her heart, but hopefully houluh weren't that sensitive. Kneeling down once again, the satyr made herself smaller and less looming, holding out the piece of jerky she'd nearly forgotten was in her palm. "Foggy - c'mere!"December|27 come|4
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:49:14 GMT -6
Suspicious eyes darted from the morsel to the satyr's face and back again, debating the offer in front of her. Taking a few wary steps forward, Foggy's wide eyes tracking if there were any other movements of the woman in front of her lest the lady decide she was going to try and get grabby again. It looked safe enough, so at another vocal prompting, sidled forward enough to snatch the meaty treat from between the satyr's fingers. Taking note about Foggy's apparent aversion to getting picked up, Lethalia smiled and backed away to leave the pup to her treat. Slinging the backpack to her from she dug for the trinkets she had stashed 'just in case' for her pup. Aware her every movement was being tracked made her actions a little slower and more deliberate, assuring Foggy she wasn't going to be going after her anytime soon. December|28
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:50:10 GMT -6
Foggy seemed to be recovering - interesting for things that actually spooked her since she'd appeared unflappable so far - and graduated onto watching her owner with interest rather than suspicion. "Thinkin' I got somethin' else for ya?" Lethalia laughed while she arranged her backpack, hopeful she could corrall Foggy like she needed to. The pup was still remaining several paces away when Leth procured a rubbery cinnamon roll, squeaking it a few times for Foggy's ears to pop back up. "Foggy! C'mere!" she suggested, her voice bright and tempting on top of the toy's draw. It took a moment of deliberation before Foggy yipped and tilted forward, running at the toy in her owner's hand. Lethalia held the squeaky low to be snatched up by the houluh, shaking it for her and playing a gentle tug of war that she would ultimately allow Foggy to win. "Good baby!" she praised, letting the toy slip from her fingers. December|29 come|5
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:50:38 GMT -6
Foggy swung the rubber roll away in a large arc, dropping it on the ground and falling upon it with joyous growling among the distressed toy's squeaks. Pleased Foggy had gotten over her previous scare, Lethalia had backed up closer to the door of the mansion and procured the next toy from her backpack. Two well-loved faeron beanies, clearly used for quite a lot other training previously. "C'mere, Foggy!" was prompted again, as the pup's attention began to wane from her new toy. Head snapping up to spot the different playthings instead, Foggy's back claws spread wings of snow out behind her before getting enough traction to take off. "Goood Foggy, good!" Lethalia praised, this time holding the plushies just right out of her reach. The pup's jaws snapped together just beneath the plushie's dangling heads, tail wagging the entire time. Leth figured she ought to teach the pup to do it on command, someday. Foggy lv|6 ly|12 December|30 come|6 'come' training end
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Post by Lethalia on Dec 31, 2020 0:54:53 GMT -6
"Okay Foggy," she said to the waiting puppy, "C'mon! Follow me!" The pup gave pause at the unfamiliar word that sounded a lot like a command, but was prompted again with another "C'mon!" Well she knew that one! Once she trotted back up to dance beneath the plushies as her owner walked, the satyr praised again, "Yes! G'girl, good follow." They were leaving behind the squeaky, but perhaps they could pick it back up on the way home. Leth had other priorities in mind at the moment. Keeping Foggy moving in the meantime should help keep her warm before she could get toweled off - and keeping this puppy moving was generally no problem at all. Foggy didn't really understand all of these words she was saying, but it didn't seem she needed to. The pup lunged and got in a surprisingly spry hop, latching onto a beanie and letting her sudden weight slip it from Lethalia's hand. December|31 follow|1
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