Necks are for Breaking

(July 10th, closed to Onyx and Mooch)

Onyx gingerly licked her paw, longing for the gauze tap and bandages to be removed. Honestly, the Timber Wolf still regretted that stupid, stupid move, she had made yesterday in battle, leaving her with a damaged paw. But that hadn't put the former alphess to rest, oh no. She would die before she would let herself laze around doing absolutley nothing. It was her raw instinct that kept the dark-furred wolfess up and about, leaving her alone with her thoughts as she roamed aimlessley throughout the camp. Frowning slightly, she replayed the battle throughout her head, pinpointing her mistakes and triumphs, as if one might get up and shower in the morning. It came naturally to the amber-eyed timber wolf, but, after doing this five or so times, it tends to get rather boring. And, after all of the snarling in the previous day, she had left her throught rather dry, so it was best to not sing and just let her thoughts wander.

And wander they did. Onyx replayed memories of Mortaray through her head, and, as much as she wished she could deny these thoughts, the former alphess wished she had him here. He made amazing company, and an amazing singing partner, as well! Honestly, the dark-furred wolfess would even settle for Pepsi or Hunter right now, all she wanted was someone to talk to! Or even that grey sheepdog from the other night. What was his name... Flooch? No, it was... Mooch! Smiling succesfully, the amber-eyed canine continued to walk on, thoughts of the grey-furred canine filling her head. The dog, he had claimed he was part deer, wolf, and dog, had he not? Well... That meant 66% canine, so he was a natural born killer! All he needed was a little sense of direction then he would be all set!

"Now, if only the little guy was here now, I could straighten him out!" Onyx chuckled as she glanced around, small grin on her face. By now, it had felt like forever since she had instructed a young wolf how to properly tear the throught out of a moose, the stuck-up timber wolf was just itching to pass on her knowledge. And, besides, walking around all day without a pack to command was beginning to get rather boring. She needed to have at least one person to boss around!

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...."

Mooch was passed out. Sheepdog was lying on his back, legs in the air, dreaming he was running with Gurri and Geno though the grasslands. His legs twitched, body shook as if he was really running. Tongue lolled out of his mouth.

He looked quite a sight.

Canine didn't hear the wolfess approach the area where he was because he was passed out. The dream took a turn for the better when Gurri nuzzled his nose. He grinned.

Swinging her head around, Onyx spotted none other than Mooch, sleeping in a most... Unbecoming position. Frowning, the timber wolf drew closer to the sheepdog, spotting a wild, idiotic grin on the grey-furred canine's muzzle. Tipping her head slightly, she watched him for a bit, unsure wether to call his flying paws humourous or just plain stupid. While Onyx did know that if Hunter, Pepsi, Mortaray, or Flea were here, they would have urged her to just brush it off and laugh, but her inner alpha took over, kickstarting her strict attitude. Rolling her amber eyes, the dark-furred wolfess prodded Mooch with an oversized paw. "C'mon, wake up, kid, you look like an idiot!" She urged, begginning to frown, longing for Mooch to wake from his deep slumber.

"You look like a pup who just was given a piece of meat the size of himself," Onyx grumbled, attempting, yet again to awaken the sheepdog. Whatever he was dreaming about, it sure had to be something good. Honestly, how many dogs did you see that happy having a regular dream? Making a mental note to inquire on the dream later, the amber-eyed canine hurridly poked the sheepdg, beginning to worry that someone might see her. The former alphess didn't exactly want to be seen poking the idiot who feel asleep outside.

"Mrph. I know...put the earmuffs on the cookie..."

Still fast asleep the dog flipped over and curled in a ball. The dream was too good to wake up from besides, he'd gotten very little sleep the past few nights. He needed his rest. Sheepdog teen was drooling, a very unattractive sight for anyone walking upon him. He barely heard the wolf's words.

Onyx growled slightly, longing for the sheepdog to simply awaken. Although Mooch may not have cared, the timber wolf didn't want to be associated with "that drooling dog," she'd much rather be associated with, "that sheepdog who knows how to kick some ass on the battlefeild." But she wouldn't be able to teach him how to fight if he never woke up! Pressing down on him harder, the former alphess tried to figure out what in the world Mooch was dreaming about. Honestly, put the earmuffs on the cookie!?!? That sounded more like something Hunter, Pepsi, or her sister was bound to blurt out in their dreams! Not what any self-respecting canine should be murmuring! "C'mon kid, wake up!" The dark-furred wolfess grumbled, shaking Mooch as she spoke.

Now, Onyx could deal with the flying paws, the sleeptalking, and the idiotic grinning, but drooling was where she drew the line. Back in the ice-cold woods where her pack lived, drooling could get your head frozen to the ground, thus it was deemed that only the idiots and omegas were bound to drool. Mooch would be no omega on her watch. Flipping over one of the sheepdog's long, grey ears, Onyx parted her jaws slightly, then let loose a yell. "WAKE UP!" She exclaimed, amber eyes clenched tight.

"GAH!"

Mooch snapped out of his dreams and rolled over on his side looking straight up at the wolfess with round yellow eyes shining. He gave her a stupid grin which could be envied by Dipstick. His tail wagged. As doofy as they were, he liked the wolves. Hunter was funny, Pepsi was hilarious and Mortaray was...okay he didn't much like Mortaray.

"Hey there," he said, "I was just...uh...say what exactly do you want anyway?"

Leaning back on her haunches, satisfied grin sprouting on her muzzle, Onyx looked down at the sheepdog. "Took you long enough, to wake up, kid," She chuckled, cracking her neck as she looked down at Mooch. But when the grey-furred canine asked her what she wanted, the dark-furred wolfess actually had to think about the question for a moment. Why did I wake up this kid again...? The former alphess thought for a moment, frowning slightly as she looked down at Mooch. "What do I want? To see you stop drooling in public. It's revolting," The amber-eyed canine stated, picking herself up off the ground.

"And besides, a kid like you should realize that sleeping is for nightime, you shouldn't be wasting you day away. Don't you have something to be doing, like training?" Onyx asked, tipping her head slightly.