APOLLO - @
Shootingstar [Took me awhile to respond. Apologies, I'll make up for it with a bigger response]
The Cane Corso looked over at the Collie, wondering if he should take into following her or going to find somewhere else to go.
She'll think about it? Well she can think about it on her own! Either she's coming or she's not. He turned and stalked in the opposite direction. He had a feeling he'd find her later, but right now he had to find dogs willing to come adventure into the forest with him
now. He looked over and thought about it a bit. Who else would be willing to... King. Apollo's eyes widened at the name. The large Newfoundland mutt that was more aggressive than Apollo himself. But then he wondered if he'd actually be able to convince the massive dog to join him. He picked up speed and turned into King's neighborhood. He had to take a chance. Plus it wouldn't be that bad if he did die by King's paws, since strays around the neighborhood always gave praise to dogs that were able to last more than five seconds fighting the canine.
He trudged over, one street to the next, sniffing around. King was usually padding around near a mansion that held a group of humans and... felines.
Grugh. Disgusting, annoying little creatures. He'd never gotten the chance to kill one, since they were so quick in slicing with claws and then darting away. Sometimes it didn't even look like they were hitting the ground when they ran off. He growled at the thought of the small demons, then heard a deeper growl nearby. Darting his head around, lifting it to let his ears fall back and let in noise better, he saw the black and white Newfoundland crawling up from a spot under a house he probably dug up himself, his eyes looking closed yet when he turned to face Apollo he was able to spot him as if they were open. Wide open.
"Apollo, Apollo, Apollo." King bellowed under a bulldogish snout.
"What're you doing so far away from your part of the neighborhood? Aren't you supposed to be staying away from here? Away from me?" He sneered. Apollo could already tell he was having too much fun making the Corso nervous. Not too nervous, but definitely worried he was irritated from his growl and wanted to attack him.
Apollo finally spoke after eyeing the Newfoundland's stance as he crept out of his underground den.
"I'on want no trouble, King. I just wanna see if you willin' to join a Pack-"
"A Pack?!" King cackled, lifting his head to let out a few blasting laughs before he stopped, pricking his flopped ears.
"Ehh? You serious, boy? You think I'd want to join you? In a Pack? Boy I've got better things to do!" The canine snarled before giving a huge bark, sending Apollo into a heartbeat's worth of shock before turning to go back into his den. The Cane, defeated, began to do the same before King barked again,lighter this time;
"You sure you got what it takes to take them wolves on boy? Did that Fearless, crazy dog he was, tell you about them?"
Hope sparked in the dog as he nodded.
"Yeah, he told me 'bout 'em-"
"Quit that weird talk. You know I don't understand you when you talk like that." King snapped.
Apollo stood straight and coughed a bit.
"S..sorry. Yeah, he told me about them when he used to be alive. I wanna make my own Pack and experience it myself. He talked about wolf packs a lot, and having his own. We should make our own."
"Mmm. Listen to me and listen to me well, boy. I heard about those Packs, too. I'm curious about them, as well." King turned and eyed him.
"I'll take you up on your offer, boy, but I know about how you wanna take charge so much, Apollo. You know when we make this Pack neither of us are going to allow anyone to call us the Alpha until we get something agreed on. Got it, boy?"
Apollo nodded.
"Got it."