Kildeer Rest the more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap.

The last thing she remembered about being home was the smell of the leather interior of her master's little car mixed with her odiferous rosewater hand soap. Then there had been the farm, and after the chaos of the farm, just wilderness. Eevee had been trying to remember how exactly she got to the wilderness but halfway through her train of thought, something would distract her; so the little dog-loaf puttered on, scampering beneath the trees or after some imaginary object that piqued her interest.

You'd think this place would be too cold for the fifteen-pound poop machine, but as luck would have it, Eevee was sporting the last vestiges of mankind. Her master had dressed her in a black-and-yellow bumblebee themed sweater. The booties had not survived the transit from one realm of existence to another, so at the very least she was free of those hideous monstrosities. For the time being the dog was highly visible but pleasantly warm, picking her way along as if this were just a day at the park.

In this case, the park sprawled out until forever. Her master was not here (a fact that, had it registered in her tiny brain, would've made her the happiest dog on the planet), but Eevee was getting hungry and she didn't know where to find the gosh darn kibble in this stupid wet-cold place! As she scampered through the field she thought she caught a glimpse of movement, and froze, only to forget what she was looking at and bolt the opposite direction — right in to some rude person who had thought it best to chase after her!

The chill in the air seemed to be much harder to endure in the wild. Longshanks could recall a comfort lifestyle of escaping the violent winter weather and tucking his long legs beneath a warm blanket within the master’s home. All of that had vanished, and had been replaced with the prospect of a new and almighty god that was capable of smiting him and his companions at any moment. It was invigorating for the hound to experience such a thing. His mind was cooking with the prospect of what was to come (and the terrible illness that was taking hold of his body). He was almost unaware of the rabies, save for the occasional frothing of his jowls. 

Oqdis had said that carrying an illness was an honor. Longshanks would carry his with a graceful pride. On that day, he had ventured from his traveling party and had wandered into the surrounding terrain with quiet and careful steps. It was not until he had literally run into another that he was pulled from his daydreaming. Due to his height and the willowy structure of his limbs, running into Eevee had caused him to topple over her and into the snow. When he emerged, the Borzoi looked upon her with a momentarily dazed expression. 

”Ah! Beautiful, Eevee... you’ve made it,” he breathed with a stretching smile. His eyes fell on her with a fondness and he rose to shake the fur from his pelt before properly addressing his stunning and pudgy friend. 

The beast had a nimble body but she, a bludgeon, could not be evaded in that moment. When he went down so too did she — although her own fall was brief, for Eevee landed squarely upon her pre-flattened face with a squish and rebounded like it was nothing. Were this a cartoon though, she would have a swarm of bees dancing about her head as she adjusted.

Longshanks! She named him boastfully, as if proud to have remembered. This was Eevee we were talking about - so yeah, it kind of was.

Did you bring snacks? Was the next thing to pass her lips; she did not leave room for a response as she skittered and wobbled about his fawn-limbs though, examining him up and down and all around, as if somehow he had transported something from the man's world with him in the escape. Kibbles? Bones? Jerky maybe? Or that awfully exotic wet stuff that cat-kind dine on? Mm! In a way she was like a bee herself, zipping about. Eager to gather whatever she could to fill that tiny belly of her's. Honestly — she snorted like a pig, — did not bring even a crumb didja.

Eevee greeted him by name, and the Borzoi smiled down at her with a fondness that glowed in the depths of his champagne-colored eyes. The willowy fellow was all too familiar with the Pug's lapses in memory and the blights that it had caused. Still, Longshanks would not have had his friend any other way than as she was. He would have said just as much for any of the other dogs who traveled alongside him and Oqdis. They were on a quest for a much higher power, as it were, and earthly faults were not important enough to warrant distaste.

In true Eevee fashion, the pudgy girl inquired with him about food. She babbled through a list of potential hide-away treats that he could have stowed before she snorted at him and seemed to release all hope of getting herself food. The long-limbed creature looked at her with a soft expression of pity before he shook his head in response.

“I am sorry, Eevee, but I had only stowed food inside of Duchess' coat and we seem to have lost her some ways back,” Longshanks explained to her with a frown and a halfhearted wag of his tail. “I am sure that Oqdis can get you something to eat, my lovely friend,” he then added with a more hopeful expression. The Borzoi knew all too well that Eevee did not cope without her morsels and they would all be better off if the Pug was kept well-fed.

Having her suspicions confirmed made her deflate a little, but in no time at all she would forget about the bulk of this conversation and be reviving the conversation once her hunger got a little worse. She had enough pudge to keep her alive for a little while longer so, it wasn't like she was absolutely desperate.

Ya put your vittles inna lady? Tch! The girl looked mortified. If she had a snout worth wrinkling then that is what she would have done. The true meaning of his words were lost on her — that he had food and that he had a friend — for she took it as being some sort of crude metaphor and didn't fully understand. She shook her head in distaste and the curls of her ears flipped about. 

She stopped though when he mentioned getting something to eat. Was an Oqdis something to eat? Lets go then! You could use some meat on those bones a'yours, dear. With that she began to saunter around him as if to inspect his every inch (but poor Eevee couldn't see so high up, not when standing at her maxiumum height put her leagues beneath him). Her notable grunting accompanied her every action.