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Published: Jan 27, 2017

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_{[ I can say, the night is long but you are here
Close at hand, oh I'm better for the smile you give
And while I live

I will follow you, will you follow me?
All the days and nights that we know will be
I will stay with you, will you stay with me?
Just one single tear in each passing year there will be ]

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The title is because I couldn't get that stupid song out of my head and it kinda inspired the scene, but the lyrics
don't really fit the situation so have some 70's music

Lit will be posted in the morning, I just wanted to get this up before I go to bed <33}

I shook my pelt, ridding myself of some particularly clingy snowflakes as I walked about the street.

The blizzard had let up, if only for a moment, so I had taken my chance to leave my pack's rancid-smelling

abode for the open sky above. I abhorred being stuck in that place for an extended time. Granted,

the plant was much, much cleaner than the literal waste we used to live in, but sewerage was still

sewerage, no matter where the actual sludge was located.

I raised my muzzle to the stars, my open mouth dancing at the sensation of fresh air. The few bits

of frost that hit my tongue sent a welcome tingle down my throat. I would've stayed like such for

longer, relishing the taste of my freedom, but a familiar, saccharine scent wafted from around the

corner, hitting my nose like a bus. My stomach rumbled in want for its new craving, and I felt compelled

to give in. It had been days since I had eaten anything besides scrawny, foul-tasting rodents, and

when you are a dog raised in the lap of luxury, as I, you find yourself wanting for a good bit of quality food.

If what I could smell could be considered "quality," that is.

Eager, I trotted down the footpath and rounded the curb, my eyes searching hungrily for a food

cart... Not a single one came to greet me. No, instead, my eyes were graced by something much more

pleasant: the big, fluffy behind of a familiar acquaintance.

I felt my jowls pull into a grin, and I quickened my pace until my nose only needed a small stretch for

it to touch his rump.

He didn't notice.

So, instead, I piped up with a cheeky-toned "Hello, Leo."

He jumped. A bag was dropped. I laughed.

"B-Bronte?!" He managed to blabber out, shifting his body so that his large brown eyes stuck to

my form.

Acting none too surprised to see him, I simply continued on my way, though once I had walked

a sufficient distance beyond the fluffy Saint Bernard, I looped back around; taking the liberty to

run my tail purposely under his chin as I passed.

"Hey Muffin," I greeted, my tone holding a degree of risqueness, yet still light enough to imply

that it remained more playful than provocative. "I've been counting the nights until I saw

you again."

A huge, slobbery smile pulled at Leo's maw, as if he had only just processed that I was actually

there, and I slid down to my haunches in front of him.

"Bronte!" He barked, voice sounding like a peppy puppy. "I missed you, too!"

His plumy tail thumped at the nearby wall in a quick tempo, and I was delightedly amused at his

ecstatic, yet surprisingly innocent reaction. I wasn't expecting my flirt to fly right over his head, as

my usual boldness tend to hit males straight-on. Leo wasn't like other boys, however, and I liked

that about him - it was refreshing.

"You're looking good these days." I complimented, letting my gaze drift up and down his form,

noting every muscle I could find under his dense winter coat.

He puffed his chest out in pride. "Really?"

"Naturally. Though I must say, if your scruff was any bigger, you'd be a dead ringer for

a Tibetan Mastiff." I shot a lopsided smirk at him before continuing, "The pelt would let you

down, however. Too much white."

"Hey, I like my white!"

Satisfied with my tongue-in-cheek pestering, I sent my nose on a descent to the prior dropped,

now crumpled bag with a chuckle, and inhaled. The scent of sugary dough wafted into my nose.

Churros, of course they were churros.

Lifting my head, I spoke mirthfully to the big boof. "You'd better give me some of those, Muffin.

Eat too many churros, and you'll get fat."

"You just came here for my food, didn't you?!" His eyes twinkled playfully as he replied with

mock surprise.

"Ooh, you got me, how perceptive of you." I returned jokingly. I chuckled inwardly at the

sentiment, as that had initially been what drew me there, after all. "But seeing you is so much

sweeter."

He coughed. That one hit; a definitive bullseye.

I opened my mouth to expel another teasing comment, but before a word could jump from my

tongue, a fierce, freezing gale pelted harshly into our sides, sending the two of us flying into the

brick barrier. I let out a yelp as my right knee collided with the concrete when I fell. For all my bulk,

there wasn't much muscle in that particular area, so the impact felt as if my bone had quite literally

smashed against stone.

"Bonnie!" I raised my head to the cry, and I saw the thick-furred male stumble against the wind

towards me. "Are you okay?!"

I gave him a quick nod, then staggered to my feet. The big ol' softie helped out, pressing his shoulder

to my ribs and giving me support. I tried to put pressure on my hind limb, but my knee lit up like fire,

so I opted to leave my toes hovering above the ground.

"The blizzard's starting up again," I commented, even though there was no real need to point

out the obvious. We were stranded in the city, there was no way we'd make it back to our respective

territories before the blizzard was back in full-force. "We should find somewhere to hide."

Leo nodded in agreement, and waited for me to take the first steps.

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As we walked down the alley, the fluffy male kept himself planted firmly at my side. The thought sent

a rush of warmth swimming through my chest. He was such a sweetheart. I knew that if I were stuck

out here with a Vry male, I'd more than likely be left fending for myself. But as nice as it was, I didn't

like feeling weak. What injury I had likely wasn't serious; I could pull through it.

So, I spoke up.

"Muffin... You don't have to be a crutch, I can walk on my own. A little limp never hurt anyone."

"But-" He suddenly stopped both his protest and his walk, and just stood there silently, squinting off into

the distance. After a second, he turned his head to face me and opened his mouth again. What he said

wasn't the argument I expected. In fact, it wasn't related to my last statement at all.

"There's a car over there, I think. It looks like the back is open!"

I blinked, then shifted my vision forward. Sure enough, a black car was parked in the distance, its wheels

seemingly buried by the snow. Its red and white lights beamed through the fog, almost as if it were calling

us to come rest in it's warm, safe boot.

Neither of us seemed to care for the possibility that the vehicle may be inhabited, as we both quickened

our pace. The glowing lights grew closer, and closer until, finally, the car stood clearly in front of us. My

nostrils flared as I sniffed the air. The human scent was old, and the glittering black machine was absolutely

smothered in snow. From what I could figure, whoever this thing belonged to had probably gotten it stuck

in the blizzard, then abandoned it.

They probably weren't the smartest human, I mused. Their lack of intelligence had given us safety, however,

so I made a mental note to give the man (as my nose told me) a big doggie smooch if ever I scented him in

the future.

I eyed the open boot and let out a hum. it was a big car, tall enough that I couldn't just scramble up with

my forepaws, and on one leg, it would be difficult to get the spring I needed to leap up.

Leo seemed to realise this as well, as he looked me in the eye and asked "Do you... Need any help?"

A small, appreciative smile was all it took for him to settle his shoulders under my abdomen and hoist me

up. I pulled myself into the car and settled down. It was a large trunk, but with two bigger dogs like Leo

and myself, it would be a snug fit.

The Dagsworth male soon followed me up, then, after taking in an eyeful of the car's interior, flopped down

on the other side of the boot.

Silence fell over us, save for the howling gusts outside. Feeling a need to break the silence, I spoke a

single word;

"Bonnie."

"Hm?" He looked confused.

"You called me "Bonnie" before."

The molosser's ears flew back and he ducked his head apologetically. "Oh, did I? I'm sorry."

"No, no," I shook my head and tossed a reassuring smile his way. "I don't mind. It's... Actually the

name my girl called me by."

I paused to gauge his reaction. His brown eyes had widened slightly, but he remained otherwise silent,

so I continued. "Anyway, I call you Muffin, no? I see no reason why you can't use "Bonnie."

He nodded once more, and we fell into another, thankfully shorter quietness, as it was only a few minutes

before Leo piped up again, with a question. "Have you had any luck finding your kid?"

The inquiry caught me off-guard, and I had to ponder for a second before I responded. "Unfortunately,

Muffin-top, I haven't."

A sympathetic look glinted in his eyes as he returned; "Oh... Well, maybe when the storm stops, I

could help you again!"

"You're sweet, Muffin," A tiny giggle sped past my jaws before I could stop it.

"But I have to admit that I'm curious; why are you so interested in finding Miranda? You said

you knew what I felt, so I can only assume-"

"Oh..."

I could practically feel his mood drop from the other side of the car, and I could feel my heart sink. Did I step

on a sensitive subject? I was about to brush away the notion and let him know that he didn't have to answer

if he didn't want to, but he spoke before I could.

"Well, I... Lost kids too..." Leo said softly, his gaze suddenly very interested in his paws.

"But I didn't find them in time, and... I don't want that to happen to you, I guess."

"Oh, Muffin..." I whispered, my body scooting forward of its own accord. I pressed my chin softly to his neck,

which caused him to exhale a breath I didn't know he'd been holding. I let my muzzle slide downwards until it

eventually came to rest upon his scruff. "I'm sorry."

This time, the silence that enveloped us was welcome, comforting even. Somehow, our breathing came to

match. We inhaled and exhaled in perfect tandem, and in a way, it was soothing. I didn't want to move my

head from his back, and he didn't ask me to. With the exception of the rise and fall of our chests, everything

was completely and utterly still.

I feared that I might ruin the moment, but I felt the need to speak a tender "Thank you."

"...For what? Your kid?" By the sound of his equally soft reply, he sounded befuddled.

I smiled into his fuzz. "Well, yes, but also for this; the talking."

He hummed, an unspoken request to elaborate.

"I'm not able to talk like this with anyone else - at least, not in the Vryheid. Everyone walks around

as if their hearts are made of stone, like the only emotion worth conveying is self-indulgent

satisfaction. Needless to say, it's quite difficult to develop meaningful friendships."

I felt Leo's head move. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that it was to face me. "I'm a friend to you?"

"Of course!" I heaved a soft chuckle, then paused. I gave my voice a faux-pouting tone, a hint of playfulness

to lighten the mood, before continuing on; "Unless... You don't see me as such? I'm just a horrid, mangy

Vryheid dog, right?"

"No!" He exclaimed, rather fervently. "You're definitely my friend, Bonnie! Vryheid or not!"

I couldn't help but laugh, and at that, he seemed to realise that I was only kidding. I could practically feel his

pelt warm in embarrassment.

Just then, a yawn tugged at my lips, and I stretched my jaws open to let it escape.

"I think that's a sign we should settle down for the night, Muffin." I said, pulling one of my forelimbs

up to string over his red-and-white back.

"Um, Bonnie... Aren't you going to move?" He asked, curiosity staining his words.

"Why?" I replied, "You're warm, and despite our abnormally thick winter fur, I fear we'll freeze into

canine-popsicles in a blizzard."

"Oh... That makes sense. If we cuddle up, we'll share our warmth."

"Mhm..."

"Bonnie?"

"Mm?"

"Goodnight."

I let out a content sigh as I nuzzled my nose deeper into Leo's plush, pillow-like coat, and curled my hindquarters

towards his shoulders, seeking his body heat.

"Goodnight Muffin."

_{2,178 words (300 x7), +1 extra character = 8 Biscuits
Clean lines, colour, detailed BG, shading, +1 extra character = 5 Biscuits
Total: 13 Biscuits

Bronte - Koilada
Leo - FrostedCow}

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Sedillo-Kennels

Feb 12, 2017

Absolutely gorgeous work with this, the lighting and angle look very realistic! And the story is so darn cute to boot! X3