Pass the Pickle!
>>He trotted purposefully towards their new territory, he still held mixed feelings about the way things were handled, but it was over and done with and he would not speak of it. With a few Eagles feathers clutched in his jaws, Dart made his way onwards to a good spot he had found earlier. It had been a good while since he trained with the others of his ranking, and he had something fun in mind. It was imperative for a messenger to be quick on their feet, so he would sponsor a sort of race today. It would be fun right? He knew every land around here like the back of his paw, piece of cake.
Setting the feathers down, he glanced up towards the noonday Autumn sun. Yup. Perfect day for a good exercise. Now...how to call for those who wished to attend. His kind had a series of...odd calls, particularly their version of howling. Though it was normal for him and his kind, he was sure the wolves would startle at the sound. They would all probably come running, thinking someone was getting tortured or something. Instead, he opted to try something else. He was determined, he could prove he was as capable as any old dog. With a sly smirk, he lifted his head to the sky and began to yip as loud as he could, a string of them. He made sure that it was loud enough for those interested would be able to find him, particularly the messengers.
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