{Cazador} Stuck

[Belle]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=82003D] In the pale sky above, the sun was beginning it decent to the long, never-ending horizon where it would come to rest for the night before awaking and bringing back yet another day with it. It was a sort of unsaid requirement that all pups were to be in the dens by nightfall. But, because it had not officially been set as a rule or told to Belle, she found no need to follow it. Most pups might have the common sense to follow such an obvious rule, but the small brown-pelted canine was not one who ever thought of such things. When she had lived with her father in the tall stone dens, there had not been many rules place for either her or her brother. There had only been one rule that they had to follow: Do not show the humans their other form. Of course, Belle hadn't listened to that rule, either, and it was because of that that she and her father and brother had been found and taken by the Keepers. She had yet to truly realize, though, that it had been her fault that they had been discovered. If she had actually listened to her father, then she would still be with both him and her brother. Instead, she was here with a pack of a number of different canines while her father and brother remained dead. But, of course, Belle knew nothing of that. No, she simply believed the two were somewhere having just as much fun as she was having. She loved being able to run around in the snow, though it was beginning to become less and less as the days went by, which saddened her. It may have been cold and wet, but it was fun to play in! But, that was not what was on her mind at the moment. No, it was the great climb she had just finished. The small pup was exhausted, but proud nonetheless. The pups in the dens had always spoken about the large hills at the edge of their territory and how only the strongest canines could climb them. But, here she was, at the top of one of the hills! Granted it was not actually the true cliff that they had been talking about. It was more of a smaller edge that peeked out from the rocky side. But, for such a small thing as herself, it was colossal. With her tail wagging happily behind her, her wide, deep brown eyes stared over the edge of her little balcony, her paws tingling both with a sense of pain from the climb but also a feeling of giddiness from her achievement. "Wait until I tell all the others back at the den," she cheered as her small paws scrambled back away from the edge. Holding her head high, she padded around in a small circle for a moment before coming to a gradual stop. That was when a new issue came to mind. How was she suppose to get down? Belle had not thought of that at all when she had first made this climb and hadn't even realized the seriousness of it until she stood there, baffled at the thought. Blinking a few times, she slowly lowered her haunches onto the rocky ground beneath her, her ears pressing back as a faint whine slipped past her throat. As she sat there in silence, finally taking the time to think and take in her surroundings, she realized just how far up she was and how far down the ground was. She had been able to climb up, but going down...Well, that was an entirely different story. Running her tongue nervously over her lips, she stood back onto her aching paws, shuffling fearfully on them as she whined louder. But, that whine gradually turned into a long, fearful cry that sounded something between a howl and a bark, crying out for anyone who could possibly help her down.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 418px; height: 432px; background-image:url(http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll192/_Kamora_/cazatable_zpsdc3392ee.png)] He had woken up panting with a splintering headache. The tiny fox still had nightmares even though he had been living - no surviving - in the Menagerie for the past two months. No matter how hard he shook his head, he was unable to clear it of the memories of his families' mutilated bodies. The bodies he had failed to protect. The fox heaved himself up from the cold rocks he had graciously accepted as a bed, and began to pace across the land. He had been especially restless the past few weeks, and mourned for his kits and mate. Cazador hadn't been in the mood to put on his best front and meet and great his new 'pack', so he had chosen to keep to himself on the outskirts of the main body of canines. He understood the rules well enough and had a grasp as to what this place was, but he wasn't in the mood to mingle. The fox's ears pressed flat against his skull as he slunk across the ground, searching for the scent of rodent or rabbit. He needed blood in his mouth to let go of this guilt. Cazador wondered if other animals had the ability to feel these things like he did, or if it was only because he had a human inside of him. The knowledge of the man that lingered under his fur still creeped the fox out. He wasn't very happy with the sudden discovery, and it left him feeling even more hollow on the inside. Death was no stranger to the fox, but he was beginning to feel isolated and lost once more. The animal snarled in frustration as he wandered aimlessly, trying to clear his head. It would have been much simpler if he could have just been born a real fox without some stupid human lurking under his skin. It would have been much easier if the dog had killed him along with his family. He titled in his head back as grief spasmed across his body, and let it out with cries directed to the sky. He cut his cry short when another voice echoed around him. The fox pricked his ears as he tried to recognize the howl. It sounded young as it squeaked between a bark and howl, and Cazador felt his fatherly instinct telling him to go. The fox didn't waste much time and swiftly made his way across the rocks, springing forward with ease. When he reached an angle at which he could see the shape of the canine that was calling, his heart froze. "Verano..." Came his thought as he stared at the shape, until he realized it was not his daughter. The fox deflated but continued to make his way up the steep rocks. What had this pup gotten itself into? Cazador growled in irritation that the pup had been able to sneak past the rest of camp and get all the way out here. He stopped as he picked his way over the rocks and stood on a higher cliff that stuck a little bit over the one the pup was on. She must of come up the other side. He thought as his ears swiveled back. "Why aren't you home?" Came his harsh shifter-tongue. Cazador had been learning the language since he arrived at the Menagerie, and was getting better at it even if he had a few problems.

[Belle]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=82003D] After some time of simply sitting there and howling, Belle began to wonder if anyone would ever find her. As the thought sunk in, a sense of fear sunk into her. She didn't want to be stuck up here forever! She only wanted to show the other pups in the pack that she was good enough to make the climb. With her ears flattened against her skull, her paws nervously shuffling beneath her as her head twisted one way then the other, the pup had failed to notice the canine that had made its way to her area. Of course, she was usually oblivious to her surroundings to begin with. She was always busy looking at the simplest things or lost in her own world rather than taking in what was around her. That was usually how she got into trouble in the first place. So, it's understandable for her to be surprised when she suddenly heard a voice speak to her. With a startled yelp, the small brown pup twisted around, her fur bristling in fear as her deep brown eyes darted from side to side, trying to find where the voice had come from. It took a few moments before she finally looked up, her eyes landing on the other canine. As her shoulders slumped with relief, a smile was instantly on her lips, her tail wagging. "Yay! Someone found me," she barked happily, her eyes lighting up as she stared up at the male. She could not recall ever seeing this canine and she knew just about everyone in her pack. So, who was he? Tilting her head to one side, her pink tongue rolling over her lips and hanging from her jaws, the pup watched him curiously before finally taking in his question. "Because, I climb this huge mountain," she cheered with an underlining giggle, her haunches trembling in excitement both from meeting this new canine and having someone that could help her down.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 418px; height: 432px; background-image:url(http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll192/_Kamora_/cazatable_zpsdc3392ee.png)] Frustration built up in the small fox's chest as he tried to figure out what idiot wouldn't notice a puppy sneaking out of camp. There was no way that this little fidgety fluff ball was anywhere close to quiet, so how had she managed to squirm her way out here? The fox huffed as he surveyed the small overhang she was on. The puppy must have come up over the other side, but he wondered why she had been creating such a racket if it was obvious she had made the climb alone. Cazador smirked as he realized she wasn't able to get down, and had been stranded as she called out for help. It sure did look like this pup needed to learn her lesson! The fox's tail flicked as he tried to think of a way to get the puppy to realize what she had done. His own kits had been adventurous and loved driving their mother mad with games of hide and seek, until they learned their lesson. The fox stifled a whimper as he thought about his family, but the yips of Belle brought him out of his somber memories. This pup was rotten! Cazador wondered if their were any parent figures at all to teach the youth, but obviously they had failed miserably with Belle. He doubted the little mite had ever been scolded, and while he had a soft heart for children he wasn't a push over. The fox's eyes narrowed, as she tried to brag about her adventure that could have resulted in her death. He stood up from his crouched position over the rock and flattened his ears to his skull, "Well come on then, pup. Let's go back so you can tell your friends about your adventure." He stated simply, knowing full well she didn't know how to get down.

[Belle]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=82003D] Belle had been born and raised for most of her life in the den of her Two Legs. They had cared for her, played with her, fed her, everything. They protected her from the harsh weather and from whatever other dangers there possibly were out in the world. But, even during the few months she had spent with her father and brother on the paths that weaved through the Two Legs' dens, there had been few things to worry about. The only true danger were the shiny beasts that roared and dashed over the large black paths. So, when she had been placed in this harsh, dangerous land, the pup knew absolutely nothing of real danger. The thought of her dying simply never crossed her mind. Even if it had, she wouldn't have believed she could ever be killed. She was a pup, no some ancient, stiff-boned elder. Only the old ones died, right? As her haunches wiggled, her paws shifting and tapping against the stone surface of the rock, she continued to stare up at the male canine that had found her. When he had showed up, she had simply thought he would help her down just like her father always did whenever she got stuck. So, when he told her to get down herself, Belle found herself lost for words. He actually wanted her to get down on her own? But, that had been the reason she had howled and cried for someone. To help her! Lowering her ears, her deep brown eyes nervously looked around at the edges of the rock, tentatively sniffing at one of the drops before looking back up at the small canine. "B-But...I don't know how," she said quietly, a faint whine following her words as she paced around in a circle for a brief moment. She gradually settled herself down, her tail weakly wagging behind her in hopes that the action would persuade him to help her. It had always worked with the Two Legs she had lived with. All she had to do was look cute and the humans would give her what she wanted, surely that worked with others...right?

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