is trying to
private chat with you.
Sniper lost to himself. "Fine" He said, looking away. "I guess." Sniper said coolly.
"Sniper" the Doberman said back, Garren guessed that it was his name. He still saw the want to fight in his eyes so Garren tried to avoid eye contact and keep the body language neutral. <br /> Although he wasn't a fight starter Garren does not submit.<br /> "Do mind if I tag along? At least for now, until I get everything sorted out."
Sniper was seriously battling between just launching himself at the dog, or playing it nice. "Sniper." He said simple, his mind in a torque.
The Dobermans eyes were ablaze, he looked as though he was having conflicting thoughts.<br /><br />"I do not want to fight, my name is Garren."
Sniper looked at the dog who greeted him. His mind thinking, attack, or no? He stood for a moment, his eyes ablaze.
The Doberman seemed to welcome the Akita's company, so Garren stepped forward from the bushes. <br /> "Hello." he cautiously walked forward.
Garren watched from a distance, he realized the Doberman had caught site of him but he tried to ignore him.<br /> Next thing he knew the once stand offish Akita was on the ground in submission.<br /><br /> The sound of venom in his voice was written all over the Doberman. Due to his breed's history, Garren had a low tolerance for rude behavior from other dogs. He loved people, they could do whatever they want to him. But when it came to dogs, his fuse was short.<br /> He knows he can fight, its in his genes but he didn't like fighting.<br /> So he backed up into bushes, and watched.
Sniper looked at the Shocker, and looked away, flattening his ears. Sniper COULD use some company. He sighed "Ok, get up. I could use company"
It's ok no hard feelings :) *Shocker quickly rolls on his back with his paws up, showing submission for the Doberman
Alright. Sorry I'm being so hard on you, Welshie. I just don't like god-moders and power-players and stuff.