History in the making

Small paws carried Kess forward as she chased the scent of the one whom saved her life. She had just recently gotten the brand new pink collar off and was making her way through thick grass. She got excited as the scent of the German Shepherd got stronger. Oh yes! There you are!!! She grinned to herself and bounded forward with great speed for someone as small as she was. She pushed herself through the grass, it rustled as she moved. She tripped a few times but she got up and bounded forward once more. She could hear her howl and knew he was at a border. She slowed down and shifted through the grass like a feather would fly through the wind. She came in view of the larger dog and she nearly let loose a yip of joy. It was the same dog that carried her from the burning building. She stretched out into a crouching position and bounded through the tall grass, leaping half way there. She smacked against the large dog with a yip and howl of joy. She hit the ground and nipped at the dog's paw, her tail pounding through the air as she wagged. She crouched down once more and leaped into the large dog once more before falling to the ground once more. She placed her head against his paw and wagged more. "There you are! I have searched far and wide for you!" She barked the words out and then tilted her head so she may see the dog more clearly. "You remember me!? I was the dog you saved from the burning building!" She yipped with happiness and sat down, her body shaking with joy as she wagged.

The tan, sable, German shepherd stood at the borders, waiting for something to happen…anything to happen. The silence of the forest stretched to the point Brock could take no more and started shifting his weight around just to hear the sound of the crunch when his paws crumbled the leaves. A sudden sound of a tree shaking made Brock tense in alert. The brute slowly turned his head towards the bush that seem to have a mind of its own as it continued to shake. ”What the-“ just as the words slipped from his lips, a brown blur emerged from the bush yipping and talking in a speed where it was difficult for the large dog to understand. His orbs flickered back and forth as the brown thing jumped around; it never seemed to stand still. ”I-can-well- Will you just stand still for a moment!” Finally it can to a halt and the dog huffed shaking his pelt before chuckling slightly, ”Boy, you sure do-“  his sentence stopped midway as his eyes landed on the brown frame. His brain automatically went to work trying to dig out information; he knew this dog from somewhere…Her next words answered his question and realization washed over him like a tidal wa*ve. A laugh emerged from his chest, not a fake one, but a full heart one. He couldn't believe this little dog searched miles around for him, the last time he saw her she was…The images popped in his mind before he could stop it. It was an interesting story on how the two met, at the time this little brown ball of fur was not like she was now.

She was covered head to toe in ash, her breathing was slowed down to the point she was close to death. Brock orbs hazed over when the sounds ringed in his ears, the booming voice of Jake as he ordered Brock to enter the apartments, the screeching alarms, and the shouts of the firemen telling them to get out before the house broke down. But he and Jake knew something, someone was still in the apartments and there was no way to stop them from saving whatever life still lived in the apartment. Brock had to push his way through the thick smoke and the dangerously low beams that hung from the ceiling, but he finally reached his destination. The small dog was knocked out cold, but he could still see her chest rising and falling telling him that she was still alive, she still had a chance. Brock had to act quickly for the roof was making cringing noises as it grew weaker by the second, ”I've got you, little one.” Making it out of the apartment with just a couple scars, Brock handed Jake the small dog who then rushed her to the vet. Brock reached out to one of the pets of the vet and learned what the name was of the fae he had saved that day. Kess. Once the memories washed away, Brock looked down at the Chihuahua and smiled warmly before nudging her with the tip of his nose, ”Of course I remember you! My have you grown” he said teasingly.

The sound of a rumbled chuckle made Brock look up and pull Kess towards him with his paw absentmindedly. The frame of a large wolf suddenly emerged from the forest and a warning growl itched at the dog’s throat. It did not go unnoticed that the wolf held some type of authority over the land he stood on. Brock's ears rotated forwards as the large wolf spoke and it clicked in his mind like a puzzle. Never has the German shepherd seen a wolf before, but he has heard of story of them and their size. He never believed them…until now. Brock pinned his ears back and twisted his neck downwards so that his nose was touching the top of Kess forehead, ”A pleasure to meet you, sir Antiseptic.” He cleared his throat before he lifted his head to look at the grey mixed wolf, ”I've arrived to requested to be in your pack.”