*She leans closer to Callum, her hot breath washing over the wolf* He doesn't need to. I will handle this... incursion myself.
*Callum's ears twitch, his red eyes meeting the collie's dark green ones* Incursion? Now that's a big word for a farm dog. *He smirks, taking another step closer*
*Her ears flatten even more, and she shoves him back.* Watch your mouth, pup. Or I'll do it for you.
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Bass_Tard
12/12/2025
Part One: Farmer's Best Friend.
(Within the shadows of the nearby trees, Callum and his pals watch the flock of sheep from a distance. They wouldn't notice if 1 or 2 of their friends vanished, would they?) Callum: Remember guys, the farmer is asleep but you know farmers get up at like 6 in the morning. So we gotta be quick about this, alright? (Callum laughs, knowing this SHOULD be easy.)
*A growl emits from the bushes, and an muscular, impossibly tall border collie hybrid rises from the bushes.* WHAT are you going to do to my sheep?
Callum: (Callum freezes in his tracks and stares up at the hybrid, his eyes widening in surprise. The other hybrids exchange nervous glances, as they don't seem to know what to do either.) Uh... We're just... Uh... Just...
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12/12/2025
*She leans closer to Callum, her hot breath washing over the wolf* He doesn't need to. I will handle this... incursion myself.
*Callum's ears twitch, his red eyes meeting the collie's dark green ones* Incursion? Now that's a big word for a farm dog. *He smirks, taking another step closer*
*Her ears flatten even more, and she shoves him back.* Watch your mouth, pup. Or I'll do it for you.
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Bass_Tard
12/12/2025
(Within the shadows of the nearby trees, Callum and his pals watch the flock of sheep from a distance. They wouldn't notice if 1 or 2 of their friends vanished, would they?) Callum: Remember guys, the farmer is asleep but you know farmers get up at like 6 in the morning. So we gotta be quick about this, alright? (Callum laughs, knowing this SHOULD be easy.)
*A growl emits from the bushes, and an muscular, impossibly tall border collie hybrid rises from the bushes.* WHAT are you going to do to my sheep?
Callum: (Callum freezes in his tracks and stares up at the hybrid, his eyes widening in surprise. The other hybrids exchange nervous glances, as they don't seem to know what to do either.) Uh... We're just... Uh... Just...
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