[ic] nameless III: lost and found

D+2, morning.

Garival has just managed to wake the nearest sleeper (Nate) when a glance over his shoulder reveals three dogs standing about 150 feet away. They watch the campers intently, heads cocked to one side.

Nate's morning groan also awakens Fenix, who sits up and over to Garival groggily.

Nate sits up with a jerk (nearly clonking Garival one with his head) and shakes the fog out of his brain in a hurry at the sight of the dogs.

ooc: Nate and Fenix are prone. Nate has spotted the dogs, Fenix has not. Only Garival is wearing armour at this point. Weapons are close to hand.
 
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"Shush, shush!" Garival hisses. "If we don't threaten them, they should leave us alone. Does anyone know how to talk to an intelligent dog?" He looks out of his depth but trying hard not to show it.
 

If I screw this one up I'll lose a hand. Carefully nate gets up to a crouch and very gently extends his open left hand to the dogs, so they can approach and sniff it. He says in a gentle, soothing voice:"Hello there. I'm Nate. We mean you no harm."
 

The dogs watch Nate hold out his hand. They growl and yap and bark a few times amoung themselves. But they make no move to close the 150 feet between themselves and the party.

After about a minute, they dissappear from sight.
 

Fredar, unaware, unconsciously presses his eyes closer together, fighting the intrusion of the morning sun, trying to get just five more minutes of sleep.
 

Garival turns to Nate. "I think they're called blink dogs," he says quietly. "Do you think we should follow them?" He bends down to rouse the others.
 

Seonaid said:
"Do you think we should follow them?" .

"I don't know.They say they're intelligent. I don't know if they try to warn us, want our help, or want us to bugger off because they have a litter nearby... We'd best continue on our way. They'll let us know if they need something."
 


Fredar wakes up groggily and reaches for his waterskin. When he hears about the blink dogs, he feels quite disappointed at not having been able to see them. As the day's hike goes on, he finds himself looking about, hoping they'll return.
 

Nate walks at the head of the group, his armor chafing parts of his body that the Gods never ment to be chafed. Every mile he tries to rearrange his armour, only to find that it wraps itself around him in the most uncomfortable way possible.
My God. No wonder Cromwell was allways in a foul mood. If this doesn't ease I'll never have to worry about finding a girl to have children with.
 

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