Serpent Lake Pieces of peace

He wasn’t ‘dog aggressive’ at least his masters would’ve said as much. As far as everything else went though he could’ve been considered a wary animal. Didn’t trust much of anything, not even the smallest squirrel that wandered onto his path. So it was just in his nature to keep his ears keen as he drank his fill. Even still she’d done well to hide herself, the sixth sense of apprehension only lifting the fur along his spine when she neared behind him, and even then there was a moment where he assumed he was fluking himself. The longer it went the more he became uneasy, and to relieve himself of his head did a quick shift—just to check.

Then he did a double take fully, pulling himself up to flip around and gaze at her. It was the shock initially which shot the growl through his throat, but then it continued for the nuisance of being caught off guard in the first place. “What d’ya think you are? A ghost?” Newt snapped, attempting to smooth down the loud bristle of his coat along the edge along his back remained licked up in a nature response now that he got a good look at her. Another dog, one that seemed fully merged into the wild, while he still remained mostly prim—chain collar and all. He assumed he must’ve been more a local then, in whatever dogcountry he’d stepped into.

With the initial jolt flushed from his system, he immediately began an attempt to close the space between them and become acquainted with her with his nose.