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Nagisa was just with his owners Makoto and Haru until he smelled something and he rushed into the woods. He completely lost the yells from his owners as he got deeper into the woods. He lost the scent and he was unable to find anything familiar to find anything and it became dark. The small pup continued to walk until he saw someone looking out on the land and at the moon
“Hey!” Nagisa ran over to the other, but then became intimated…. It was a wolf….
Arya and Ned| Ned loved each of his children with all of his heart. Yet, somehow he managed to love Arya even more. From the moment she was lain in his arms, howling and yapping like a little wolf pup, he knew she was his little princess of the North. A wild and fierce little princess, but his just the same.
Garrosh hoped he didn’t look as uncomfortable as he felt. He couldn’t remember the last time he had worn robes, and these were particularly ill-fitting. Their previous owner had been larger around the waist, but several inches shorter– the hem swished around his calves, blown by the ocean air, and probably would have slipped down if he were not straddling a Skyreaver. But at least the sash concealed his more distinguishable tattoos; the wolf-faced mask had even been convincing enough to get him through an Azerothian encampment and onto their flight path.
And the wolf pup, curled up in his lap as he flew, helped soothe his nerves.
Soon he was on the ground. The settlement around him popped and flashed with all the gaudy materialism he had come to expect from the goblins. A machine to his left puffed steam into the air– as always, the mechanics’ tricks worked to his advantage, clouding him with its incidental veil. But he reached for his axes nonetheless: enchanted with agility spells though they were, he was sure he could make them do some damage if the occasion called for it. Satisfied, he gave the pup a nudge and headed into the inn.
“I’m meeting someone,” he didn’t wait for the receptionist’s greeting. Trying to keep his accent as Azerothian as possible, he distracted himself with the hilt of his weapon, avoiding her gaze. “Human.”
“Yes, sir. He’s already here.”
A generous coin pouch sealed the unspoken agreement between them; taking the key from the desk, he made a turn into the hallway and headed towards the stairs. His breath caught in his throat, heart racing, paradoxically, as soon as he felt safe enough to let down his guard.
“Sleipnir! No!” Loki snapped, trying to grab the overly excited horse. He failed, and his coffee table cracked until his weight as he landed on it. Loki groaned, quickly picking up Hela when she started to snuffle again.
“Please don’t cry. It’s okay, I- Jörmungandr, no! Leave your brother be.” Loki groaned, pulling the hissing snake off of the wolf pup. Jörmungandr wrapped around Loki’s wrist, sinking his teeth into his father’s skin instead. Vali snarled softly before going back to chewing one of Loki’s pillows, his tail happily wagging once the small snake was off of his tail. Damn, where the Hel had Narvi gotten too?
Right, he needed help.
He managed to get his phone out of his pocket, and called the first person he could think of.
Joey woke up to howling, loud and ear piercing right near to his window, on the second floor? He got out of bed looking around dazed. “Storm? Wolf?” He looked around, almost starting to panic until he heard the howl again. He looked to his window, seeing a paw and snout peeking up over the edge of the roof outside his window. He threw open the window and crawled onto the roof. They were waiting for him, two great wolfs, must have stood almost seven feet tall, thick fur just like his beloved pups. “Wolf? Storm?” They both looked at him, he could just feel the answer, feel a yes, he couldn’t rationalize it. He couldn’t rationalize walking right off the roof either, but he did glide to the earth and land softly on his feet in the grass. He reached out to pet Wolf, but Storm howled, so he did too. Joey covered his ears, it was so loud! “Boys! Quiet down! You’ll get daddy in trouble!” Joey was pretty sure he was dreaming, but still thought letting them howl like this was a bad idea, but they didn’t stop.
the weird clicker training in jurassic world has been discussed enough but dogblr how much u wanna bet that hoskins’ “rescued wolf pup” that protected him from his wife with the knife was a fear aggressive shepherd-spitz mix
Regina had been found in a small bassinet just at the edge of the enchanted forest, many many years ago. She was found by a curious small creatures that had also lost his family. The pup wolf and the baby would only have one another now and the wolf would do his best to take care of the human child that strangely enough was able to survive in the forest just as well as he was. Regina only learned a few words at first as she grew and often times mirrored the sounds he made so easily that she almost didn’t sound human. All she knew was that he, the young wolf was her family.
It was until she was old enough to understand that there was something different about him that she became to question why she couldn’t change or have fur like he did. While their differences started to show more as they grew, it didn’t seem to stop them from growing closer…
16 years have passed since the baby wolf found a human child to be his family…but what they had wasn’t meant to be.
Regina dropped from the tree and scanned for any trace of him. She listened for a moment before calling out for him again. "I got it! I got the fruit!“ She stepped forward, glancing down at her prize and brushing off a few of the loose leaves from the food. Her thick long hair was braided and reached past her waist. She wore a dark wrap skirt and green shirt that Lucien stolen from a far a few months back. That was how she got most of her clothing.
If even so much as his brother found out he was harboring a young wolf pup in his room, now in his bed, Izuna was certain that he would end up grounded. He had gone out, undone a trap and brought, in his father’s words, a wild beast into the house. Being only nine, the young boy had heard it all before, how you could never trust a wolf.
Well, that had obviously been wrong. Though, he would need to check the bandages around the pup’s leg again sometime today. But really, even with those red eyes, the wolf pup was just all around cute! He even let Izuna pet him, if anything, the pup seemed to enjoy it too. “I’ll need to change your bandages again soon puppy, but we have to be quiet okay?” Unfortunately for Izuna, his father would, eventually, discover the pup. For now however, the boy was content snuggling with the fluffy puppy.
“You’re so cute you know.” The boy is fawning over Tobirama however, and certainly intends to spoil him. Curious, his fingers hunker down into the thick fur, scratching, looking for that one spot every dog or puppy had that would make them melt.
–Kidd stretched out his arms and legs as he woke up, a yawn escaping his lips. He sat up, sniffling slightly as he moved the blankets off of him. He crawled out of their make-shift nest of blankets, pillows, and other soft things he had found over the years, padding towards the exit of his little room.
He walked through the maze of underground caves and passageways that were passed down from generation to generation of his people. Now though, only he and his little brother remained.
Kidd walked to the small cave his little brother had claimed as his room, attempting to find him. After all, if he wasn’t cuddled up to Kidd, then he was in his own room, doing something. But, when the elder peered in, there was no small wolf-pup to greet him. Strange..
“Oi, Kiddo!” He called, his voice echoing, bouncing off of the cave walls. “Where are ya?”
“If one more person asks me if my dad kidnapped me from a non-virgin, I’ll rip their throats out. That’s not even how dragons work.” The young wolf is obviously annoyed with everyone around him. Some might call his words a bluff. Even though they were far from it.