Lullaby and Goodnight

(October 9th. Open to mothers on all sides. So anyone who had a cub/pup/kid can be tossed into here. I intend for this to get bloody.)

Slender golden pelt blended with the grass as Dixie lay next to the hunting panther. The ebony female had spouted some Spanish words about not wanting to bring along this "Estupido Perro" but Scar had insisted. Zolita's whined but kept her tongue held after they left the outlands. The golden furred girl would blend well with the grass and that worked well for them. "H'okay," Zolita said, "I need you to lay low in th'ground. Then when I chase the prey over here you spring out and grab its throat? Si?"

Brown orbs blinked a few times. "Honey, I have no idea what you just said."

"Maldita sea, me voy a perder mi mente siempre cariñoso, perro estúpido! (Goddamnit, I'm going to lose my ever loving mind, you stupid dog!)" Zolita hissed, "YOU. STAY. HERE. ATTACK. WHEN. I TELL. YOU. TO."

"Okay! Y'don't have ta be so rude about it!" Dixie scoffed, pushing aside a fluffy ear. Zolita growled and pushed forward into the grass. "Sheeeyooot, s'not mah fault her accent is hard to understand." Dixie lay back down in the grass, eyes narrowed, waiting for the right moment to strike.

If she was being perfectly honest with herself, Perdita had no idea of what had brought her all the way out to the grasslands. Maybe it was some silent hope she would encounter her puppies on the opposite sides of the war. It also could have been the hope she would encounter Pongo again. Whatever had brought her there, the slender dalmatian had a feeling she wouldn't be able to go back right away. She thought she had scented someone else in the area, but she couldn't be terribly certain of who it was or what they were doing there. All Perdita could do was hope nothing bad would happen right away.

She stepped through the tall grasses, her paws moving as smoothly as possible in the hopes that she could avoid sending rocks scattering everywhere, and looked about the surrounding area. So far, she couldn't see any signs of immediate threat. Perhaps her notion of believing there was someone else out there had been wrong. Perdita shook her head, deciding not to worry about it for the moment, and pressed onward. If someone really was out there, then she'd just have to see what she could do about whatever situation she found herself in.

It was a lazy day for Peg back at camp. Nothing particularly interesting was happening for the creamy-furred showdog. She wanted something to do, something to be useful. She wasn't in the war just to laze around and do nothing. The pekingese mix wandered through the Pridelands, looking for something useful to do or even just someone to speak with. It wasn't long before Peg reached the Grasslands.

A small breeze rustled across the tops of the long grass covering the seemingly empty area. Peg squinted as she scanned the area, the sun bright and shining into her eyes. Just as she was about to turn and return to camp to seek something to do elsewhere, when she spotted a slender spotted figure in the distance.

Peg recognised the female as the mother dalmatian, Perdie. The fluffy mutt was intrigued as to why she was out here all alone, before deciding to approach her, maybe speak with her.

"Hey there, why are you out here all by yourself?" she asked curiously as she arrived beside the female. It was then that a scent pricked her nose. Maybe she wasn't alone.