Puppers First Hunt! (Gaz/ Shinks)

[Kami-Gaz]

So it begins! Shinku

*CRASH* ‘Bugger!’ *CLANG* ‘Not Good!’ *CRASH* ‘I’m free!’. The sounds of devastation came from a rather large house. The noise maker was a large fluffy white dog and self-admitted best girl, Mika. The dog was running out of a now smashed glass door that had variety of big and heavy items strewn about the kitchen. This dog was running at full speed out of the back alley and was following the scent of sea air.

‘Gotta find Carlos! Gotta find the bed!’ The thought as she ran at full pelt down the alleyways and streets of the Frost City, ignoring any big and mean looking human and nice scents she ran by. Though all it did was make her hungry. Not too far behind this fleeing pupper was a rather large rotund man and his similarly round child.

“Daddy! I want that dog! She is mine I found her first!” Screeched the brat, that was doing his best to not trip over his own feet and start rolling down the street after the scared dog. The pair were losing ground though and as they got closer to the main market place the streets got more packed and they were starting to lose sight on their prey.

“We will get you a new one Augustus.” The now panting older large man wheezed out as he got stuck between a building and a pile of filed crates that made him perfectly wedged as he tried to get around the crowd. “The next time the hunters come in with a dog it is yours.” Mika managed to hear as she turned around a corner and skidded to a halt, knowing that she was now free of that horrid pair of humans… they weren’t her pack.

“I’m hungry.” The girl whimpered to herself, her keen nose starting to finally register the smells of food coming from the market. The sound of her stomach rumbling practically shook the whole dog as it echoed out down the alley. “Really hungry…” She cried as she began to absent maimedly follow a particularly nice scent that her nose had picked up on.

‘They were so big but didn’t give me any meat… only green things that tasted icky.’ Mika thought, remembering the morning of torture she had after the boulder of a boy managed to corner her in a side street. She was lucky she was so tough otherwise the big kids squeezing would have made her pop… this was the first time that dog had felt real fear… it was terrifying and she did not want to ever feel it again. EVER!

[Shinku]

„Oi! Stupid birds! Get lost.“
A young man with dirty pink hair was waving his arms angrily to shoo away the seagulls that tried to steal his dinner. One of the nasty birds had already stolen his tomato-mozzarella sandwich while another one had tried to see if Bruce was edible, a mistake that had almost cost the bird its eye.
The haggis might have been small, hardly bigger than an apple, but it was also rather fierce and didn't like to be pecked at. When the seagull had lowered it's head and tried to pick up the little white furball, said furball had responded with a kick, slashing its little claws across the seagulls face.
The bird immediately understood that this food was not worth its time and had flown off, probably in search for less combative meal.
The two birds who took turns at trying to bite off an ear or a finger from the teenager were less easy to chase off. No sooner had he scared of one of them, when the other one attacked, giving the first one time to calm down and try again.
Those persistent b- birds, just wouldn't let him eat in peace!
There was a loud bang as one of the food merchants slammed a metal lid shut with too much force and the birds flew away startled.
Finally...

Rince sat down at one of the quieter street corner and eyed the sky with suspicion. But the birds had really flown off, so it seemed save to take out his dinner.
The sounds of the market place was loud and carried even into this little alleyway, but Rince didn't mind. Sound wasn't hurting him, so as long as no one would interrupt his meal, that would be as restfull and quiet as it needed to be.
First he unwrapped the lettuce and feed it to his Den Den Mushi and his little sea turtle. They both gobbled it down as if there was no tomorrow. Bruce got some as well, though the rodent got some seeds as well on top of that and a slice of bread.
Sadly with his sandwich gone, the only thing left of Rince's dinner was the grilled chicken and a handful of apples. More than enough to sate him, but it was still sad, he had looked forward to that sandwich.
The boy shifted his shoulder bag so he could sit more comfortably, then turned to his food.
He ripped off a leg, the meat tender and juicy that it made his mouth water, and wanted to take a bite.
The chicken leg vanished out of his hand before it reached his mouth.
„ ?? “
A ginger cat was looking back at him with the leg in its mouth before quickly running off with it.
„Hey!“ Rince cried after it, but it had vanished behind a street corner before the boy could even stand up.
Now the teenager was really on guard. He held his remaining chicken close to him and his green eyes were attentively watching out for any threat.
He wasn't going to let anyone else steal his food!

[Kami-Gaz]

‘I’m soooooo hungry!’ The wandering pupper thought as she let her nose lead her to quite an amazing scent. It was a smell that made normal meat and treats seem insignificant, as if it were scraps. This was a smell that enhanced her hunger to the Nth degree. The dog had now lost all perception to the world that was not directly in front of her or related to this scent. This now lead her down alleyways and through streets away from her intended destination towards whatever it could be.

“That smells so good.” Mika drooled during her trot to the source of the smell, her unaware of the pitter patter of the cat that just rounded the corner and smashed into her leg at full force. The knock did nothing for this larger creature but the cat lost his lunch and then looked up at Mika with a disdained look in his eye.

“Watch where you’re going mutt!” It hissed harshly, the chicken leg now laying between the legs of his blockade. “Give me my Poultry you dirty dog!” He carried on.

Mika stood there for a moment, out of her stupor and staring at his very aggressive cat in a dumbfounded way. “Why? I’m hungry….” She grumbled as she leaned her head down to pick the drumstick up by the bone carefully in her mouth as to not shatter the bone with the sheer force her jaw could create. It was as this happened the entire alleyway seemed to rumble with the sound of Mika’s tummy grumbling at the fact it was about to get fed.

The alley cat hissed again at the dog but with its small size and also empty belly turned around and decided to walk away in a new direction. “Fine, keep it. It’s not like I care you big oaf. Just watch your back.” The feline spat as it did. “I’ll get my humans on you for this!”

Mika watched the cat leave, the ominous threat completely going over her head. ‘But humans cannot ride me… they have to be really small to do that…’ The dog thought as she continued to follow the smell and round the corner, her world returning to that narrow view, hunting for the source of that smell.

It was not long until the source of that smell came into view, it was something the dog had not expected… Well she kind of did, just not in the way she thought. The source of the smell was a human eating his lunch alone, yet the smell was so strong it was as if meat had been left next to a fan and it had been smothered in the best gravy Mika had ever tasted.

“Hello! I'm Hungry and i am really Mika...” Mika barked as she sat down, the chicken leg in her mouth now dropping to the floor as she looked up at the curious scene. Her tail wagging at a rate of knots, stomach rumbling as loud as her bark yet a friendly smile plastered on the puppers youthful and kind face. "I mean i am Mika but i am really hungry!"

[Shinku]

The cat didn't return however, probably satisfied with its catch and so Rince turned to his remaining piece of the chicken. Not wanting to repeat the same mistake again, he didn't tear off the second leg but instead held the chicken firmly and bit into it as it was.
The nicely juicy grease ran down his chin and into his mouth and his tongue detected a faint smell of spices. Judging by the amount of fat between the layer of skin and muscle, the chicken must have been an older one and the cook had also saved on the seasoning. But still, it was nicely warm and filling. The taste of meat in his mouth was very pleasureing after a full week of only plant based food.
It was a meal he could get lost in.
And indeed he did so.
So much that he missed the approaching dog. There was a loud bark that pulled him out of his thougths.

Rince almost dropped his remaining chicken when the dog barked at him. The meager teenager wanted to jump to his feet, as always when he was confronted with an uncertain sort of threat, but with nothing against his back to push himself off and his hands full of chicken, that was easier said than done.

Luckily the dog didn't attack while Rince got up and the boy got the chance to look over the new challenger.
„Hey? Is that my chicken leg?“ he asked the dog when he noticed the leg on the ground in front of it. Thinking that the animal might have decided to get the rest of it too, he held up the remaining chicken over his head.
„Err... shush! That's mine.“ he told the dog.

Meanwhile, Bruce who had watched the little exchange, desided to intervene.
„Pii!“ he told Rince and patted his food-provider's foot then went over to Mika and greeted her.
„He doesn't speak animal yet, though I've tried my best to teach him some basic words. He's not the most clever kind of two-legs, but he's trying his best.“ The haggis from Pikt Archipelago told her.
„I'm Bruce and this fosterling of mine is called Kyou. I shall translate to him what you said, but don't be too hopeful about getting some food out of him. I had to train him quite a bit until he gave up some of his food for me, but I shall do my best to convince him.“

With this, the haggis turned to Rince and started to chirp in his native haggis language, using rudimentary sign language on top of it to make the boy understand his wishes.
Bruce pointed at Mika, then rubbed his stomach and then did a guesture of raising his hands as if he was holding some invisible thing in them and started a very nice presentation on chewing on air, then he pointed again at Mika, putting as much insistance in it as he could.

Rince looked back and forth between his animal companion and the fluffy newcomer that was looking at him with expectant eyes.
Ugg... they couldn't really be serious, could they?
„She already got the leg, didn't she?“ he tried to argue with his friend.
It wasn't as if he wouldn't touch food that someone else already had in their mouth. When coming close to starvation, one learned to overlook such small things, but he wasn't going to wrestle with the dog for the food while he still had enough to sate himself.
„Besides, isn't chicken dangerous for dogs? Because of the bones or something?“ he asked, trying to remember what he had read about it.
Sure enough, it had been years ago and the book in question had been a childrens book, so the information might not have been true or reliable, but still... He clearly remembered the dog owner going ballistic when her cousins had tried to feed her dog with chicken.
Bruce however was having none of it and pointed at the dog again before crossing his little arms in a very human fashion. The haggis was probably only a few learning steps away from tapping his foot while doing so, but considering how much the animal picked up and copied human behaviour, it was only a matter of time till he'd do so to show off his displeasure.
Feeling like it was too difficult to look at the haggis, Rince turned to the dog instead.
Which wasn't much better.
The animal was looking at him with the biggest dog eyes that any dog could probably muster and Rince was feeling cringy inside.

„All right! All right! But just a bit... And then you'll have to leave me alone!“
He let himself drop back to the ground, seeing as the dog hadn't moved and showed no signs of attacking him, it was probably save enough.
Then he started to peel the flesh from the bones, carefully making sure that no bones remained inside then, not wanting to hold out his hand with the food in it for the little animal, threw it to the dog.
„This one's mine though.“ He told her as he ripped the other leg off the chicken and put it in his lap where it would hopefully be save from any animal robbers.
Satisfied that his two-legs was following suit, Bruce sat down again and began to eat an apple that was supposed to be Rince's. When it came to food, the little rodent might not challenge him on the meat as it was clearly herbivore, but it was as gluttonous as his human companion and took what he could while it was around and to be had.