the night we met

Sinclair didn't quite like the idea so when he had turned to go back to doing their thing, Dova did the exact opposite. His hackles bristled briefly with frustration before he would turn to follow after Dova. Cool distraction, she runs. He kept close quarters with his best friend...

Then again, second inspection of the mahogany figure showed that they were not posturing to attack. It was rather odd, but it could very well be a trick! Sinclair knew all about tricks, his siblings had played plenty on him when he was younger! The girl barked at the figure to call a greeting. Meanwhile, Sinclair would snort and plop down once Dova would stop walking with his rump against the cool ground. Annoyed that she was making him go through with such a dangerous thing.

He was brave when necessary, but this.. This he didn't feel a necessity for and yet still he felt a strong need to protect Dova.

"Are you gonna eat us?" He shouted, voice carrying throughout the area no doubt causing some of the prey they had been previously hunting to scatter.. But the white-ish pup had already forgotten that he needed to remain quiet when hunting.