08-19-2018, 08:27 AM
Butch hadn't seen anything dog like him in a long, long time. Sure, there had been dingoes and direwolves and other canids, but never a dog - something with his build.
The old pit bull surveyed the newcomer as he approached, taking in the sight. Male. Antlers. Eyes like a radioactive pit. He would fit in well with the rest of the group, but Butch was looking for featuring specifically like himself, something he could gravitate to.
The other dog had docked ears, very similar to his own, though Butch could tell that whoever cut this other male's ears didn't have as steady of a hand as his mutilater's. His jowls came down over his mouth, longer than Butch's own, and his coat was about as long as fighting breeds would allow.
Butch sniffed at the newcomer, trying to get a read on his age, and he paused in his once-over once he realized: this new dog was just a pup.
With this new information, Butch changed his game plan. Instead of sizing this creature up, he took a step forward, head low and body loose, showing minimal aggression. He moved slowly, turning his body to the side to show off his own scars that he collected over the years - humans, other dogs, cages, fences, every wound on display.
"What's your name, kid." He eventually grumbled up, his voice a moderate bark - it was safe to approach him if he wanted.
The old pit bull surveyed the newcomer as he approached, taking in the sight. Male. Antlers. Eyes like a radioactive pit. He would fit in well with the rest of the group, but Butch was looking for featuring specifically like himself, something he could gravitate to.
The other dog had docked ears, very similar to his own, though Butch could tell that whoever cut this other male's ears didn't have as steady of a hand as his mutilater's. His jowls came down over his mouth, longer than Butch's own, and his coat was about as long as fighting breeds would allow.
Butch sniffed at the newcomer, trying to get a read on his age, and he paused in his once-over once he realized: this new dog was just a pup.
With this new information, Butch changed his game plan. Instead of sizing this creature up, he took a step forward, head low and body loose, showing minimal aggression. He moved slowly, turning his body to the side to show off his own scars that he collected over the years - humans, other dogs, cages, fences, every wound on display.
"What's your name, kid." He eventually grumbled up, his voice a moderate bark - it was safe to approach him if he wanted.