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sorry for the delay! dresden is a lot taller than denver ahhaa.
The wolf-dog's focus was intent on his stretching; his muscles were unwilling to loosen this morning, it seemed. After fifteen boring minutes, he was satisfied with the result. Rolling his head to crack his neck one last time, Denver was just about to stand up again. Just as he turned, though, he heard a rustling in the bushes. Pale eyes opened wide as he saw and heard the horse breaking free and charging straight towards him. He hardly noticed the towering dog behind the beast as he launched himself away from the spot. In truth, the horse had been quite far from him, but he had felt the rush of air as the half-ton cloven beast tore past him. Even that was too close.
Startled and angry, Denver examined himself for injury, brushing the dirt off of his clothes. With a frown, he turned towards the horse's owner, noticing that the man was just standing there. He was startled for a moment, almost sure he recognized that man. But as he took a few steps forward, he knew he didn't. The last pure husky dog he'd seen had been his father, and he didn't want to think about that. After a moment of consideration, his annoyance returned. In exasperation, he threw his hands up. "You just gunna stand there an' let that wild animal nearly trample me?!" he growled, approaching the man with sure steps, not realizing their height difference until he was several feet away. Now challenging him seemed like a stupid idea. Denver was on neutral land, too far from Salsola to have any help, and this guy was at least two feet taller that him. His ears pinned back at this realization, entirely uncomfortable with it. Backing away, he scratched at the back of his head almost sheepishly. "Just, uh... don't let that thing bite me or nothin'..." he mumbled grumpily, eyes of ice glaring at the horse warily. He couldn't help but eye the stranger with interest as he gathered his things and prepared to leave; instinctively his eyes were attracted to that all-too familiar breed.