Sylvie scrambled to get herself back on all fours, untangling those puppy paws from her comrades' as the snakes ever present call of doom resounded behind her. Terror crossed the young girl's face as she hurriedly stood and sought out Caillen's fluffy hybrid form. To her shock and amazement, the young dreamer was standing behind her, facing the rattling reptile on the log. His stance was protective, his vibrant blue eyes devoid of clouds, daring the snake to come any closer as it reared up once more, mere inches from the end of the sodden log it called home.
The young lilac and white border collie stood stunned, trying to get Caillen to run. The snake was almost upon them now- once it reached the end of the log, they were done! And she was not leaving without him! A fire blazed in her eyes as the adrenaline of the situation really kicked in, and yet her body refused to budge. Rooted to the spot, she sought the comfort of the wolf-dog she had come to know as a friend. But her idea of getting comfort turned into a motherly call for escape.
"Cai! Caillen! Exécutez! Nous devons sortir! Que faites-vous?! Caillen!" Amethyst gems widened in fear as the glaring serpent reared up for one last strike at the defiant young puppy...
The underbrush behind the log and snake burst open, golden and crimson leaves flushing out of the gaping opening in the wake of a cream blur. Glinting ivory fangs were opened upon the vile beast and severed it's last hiss with a resounding crunch. Sylvie felt sick to her stomach at the sound, but couldn't help staring in awe as Miss Alaine glided over the two pups, then slid upon the cold ground until she stopped at a clump of ferns. Gloriously, the collie shea rose to unsteady stilts, the now headless string of scales still clamped in her jaws.
"... Whoa." Came a soft compliment, lost amidst the child's heavy breathing and the now draining adrenaline rush she had experienced. Deep violet gems glinted with all manner of respect for her she-dog caretaker. What a crazy way to end a practice hunt... and Sylvie had a sinking feeling that it would probably be their last for awhile.
The Name's Sylvie Ciel. Who be you? Run run run, Chase that little sheepy-pie! and now I chase those cattle, snapping at their heels as they run by.