Playful barking precedes the group of eleven. -- The Kennels

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Date Posted: 15:41:36 12/30/01 Sun
Author: Jent and canines
Subject: Playful barking precedes the group of eleven.

"Whoa! Hey, get back here!" The voice, sounding so amused, belongs to a young man of about 24 Turns. "Whoa! YOTE!" A skinny, long-legged canine tosses his narrow muzzle back at Jent, seeming to grin before shooting ahead, grey fur ruffled by the fresh breeze. "Uh-oh... YOTE! HEEL!" Unable to deny years of training, the slender male skids to a stop and sits, bushy tail wagging in the dust of the dirt trail.

"Shard it, mutt," the Herder grumbles good-naturedly as another red-furred male, smaller than most herding canines, also bounds ahead, barking shrilly. "Calm down, you... Rudo!" Jent ends in a yelp as the red canine careens back and pounces his master, nearly throwing the blonde-haired man in the dirt. "Oof," he mutters, straightening as the dainty green flit on his shoulder shrieks protest at the sudden change of altitude. "There there, Ameroni. They're misbehaving, yes," he comforts, stroking her soft hide until she stops fluttering her wings.

"Everyone, SIT!" Jent yells to the nine canines, bringing Rudo to a halt on his booted feet, perking Yote's ears from where he's now sprawled, and letting most the rowdy mutts sit or lay. "Okay, head count," he instructs, flipping his hand up. Every furry muzzle pokes into the air, and Jent can't help but grin. "Yote. Rudo." He snaps his fingers and points at Yote, and Rudy trots over complacently to his packmate. His blue-eyed gaze falls next on two male twins, both brown with heavy black markings. "Dole, Nasp." He points, and the two move for Yote and Rudo. Glancing again at the four grown females and the little pup, he picks the youngster up and cradles her. Wiggling and trying to lick his face, Saent's fur is a healthy sheen of black, and all traces of illness seem to have disappeared. "Good girl." He glances to the biggest female, a big white furry mess. "Rian, check." Then a smaller, reddish and black female. "Mip, check." The two move to join the 'checked' canines obediently, tails wagging. Another shaggy grey female, nearly as big as Rian. "Teru, check." The last, a slender, short-furred grey, is obviously built for running, as is Yote. "Hale, check." The femme gracefully joins her companions. "All nine. Shards. Well, Veystak did say to bring my stock..."

Grinning amiably, Jent lets his rambunctious pack into one of the fenced runs, where at once they explore their new home. "Ameroni, stay here and watch. Yote has a talent for opening gates." The green flit alights onto a fence post and preens, keeping a whirling orb on the yapping bunch. "Now to find the MasterHerder, and Mylak," the young Journeyman mutters, headed for the most likely place - the Stables.

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