Marit made itTharin lifted his head at the sound of a fear stricken whine. The scent of fear was quickly entering the air, similar to that of prey. The oddest looking canine he'd ever seen stood across from him. This was even stranger than a coyote. For one thing, this odd looking creature didn't have a tail. It looked like it had been bit right off. Then the ears were flopped over, something that he'd never seen on anything other than a puppy. The scent assured him that he was facing an adult, but she was definitely not like anything he could have imagined. The strangeness of where he lived never ceased to amaze him.
He watched the sheep canine head further down away from him, ear swiveled forward in tight concentration. He was curious about her, watching as she lowered her head and lapped at the water. She acted so much like prey it was hard to not imagine that she was something he was supposed to eat. Only the closeness in scent to his own kind stopped him from reaching that conclusion. He stared right back at her as she settled down, eyes locked. What are you? Could she talk? Or would she just baa like a sheep?