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BIC: Daisuke was in a good mood. It had been two days of providing for the bitch and her whelp, and he was still able to function enough to walk around. He had not gotten too much sleep in the past two nights, only because he was worried that something might come in the night and he might be too dead asleep to notice that there was danger. So he stayed up most of the night, and dozed off only two or three hours before sunrise, and then he had to leave the den and find food for the three. Now you may be asking...Does Daisuke already have a family here? Well, no, he didn't sire any pups. He had no family here. So your next question is: Why is Daisuke taking care of a bitch and whelp that were not his own? The answer to that was that Daisuke had found the two, the mother half dead, and the boy almost motherless. He couldn't not help them. They were in danger, and one was about to loose her life. He was too nice, and therefore he stopped and helped them. He invited them to one of his many different chosen dens, and offered to take care of them until they were able to leave. That meant that he needed to hunt for not only one, but three. You are now thinking "What the fuck, Daisuke. How are you going to pull that off?" Truth is that Daisuke always was hunting for more than himself. So he didn't have much of a problem in that category.
His staff hit the ground softly as he walked along, his own melody going on and on in his musical little brain. The scents and noises around him were drown out by his own melody, and his eyes closed, fingers snapping to an imaginary beat until the beat of another had thrown the boy off of his own beat, and it made him stop. His eyes opened, and he looked around. There was not one in sight, but he could hear the sound of something else. The golden boy continued to walk, trying to find the source of the music. He moved swiftly now, his azure orbs looking for the source of the music. He rather liked the sound of the melody, and he was excited to see what it was. He trotted along now, his staff only hitting the ground every third or fourth step that he took. The boy took an extra two or three minutes before he finally saw the scene of a mother with her pups. The mother (he supposed) was holding a wooden contraption that he had never seen before. (There were a lot of those types of things here) Daisuke couldn't help but approach the feomora with a bright smile on his face, though he did make sure he was cautious. He did not want to approach and then get his face ripped off by the mother whom would obviously be protective over young ones. Daisuke's audits pulled back submissively as he approached, and he dared not to come too close, maybe like 10 feet away from the children. Hello! I was admiring your music.. Can I ask what exactly that is, m'lady? he asked, as he pointed to the guitar. He made such a pretty sound, and he really liked it. His tail wagged gently behind him as he awaited an answer from the ivory mistress.
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