Lorelei stalked quietly across the campgrounds, her senses alert even now, and her paws leaving fiery paw-prints in her wake. Her floppy ears swayed against her head slowly as she went to sit down. She watched the dogs around the campground, taking in some of the scars they had. Was there a medicine used to get rid of scars? She didn't think so. Although she had arrived not too long ago, she noticed most of the members seemed to keep to themselves, though it seemed like these dogs were rougher than most, like the dogs she had come into contact with on the street. She supposed everybody was taught differently. Brute force was this pack's survival mechanism and she could respect that, although she tried to stay away from it.
Morte yawned, stretching, then walked slowly out of the Nursery. Sure, there was no one to look after her - but she had the trait to be isolated, and, amazingly, talk to herself. There were two parts of her brain - big, mean, and loud - the side that normally took over - and shy, quiet, and kind. That part normally never came out, unless she'd just woken up or just going to bed. Sunset, or sunrise. And now, it was sunset. That kinda sucked, because it meant Morte would have to go back to sleep. Putting deathly-black eyes to the ground, she looked around the camp until her eyes lay on fiery paw prints. Oh, that's cool. She thought, following them. The salt-and-pepper schnauzer pup came up the floppy-eared dog soon enough. Looking up, she almost flattened her ears and hissed... but that wouldn't have made sense, so she sat down and dipped her head. "My apologies - I wasn't looking where I was going."
Lorelei smiled in amusement as she watched the pup drawn to her paw-prints, following them with her eyes to the ground. When the pup was close, and she apologized, she tried not to chuckle.
"What are you apologizing for? Just don't hurt yourself."
She peered around and returned her eyes to the pup. She saw no watchful eyes looking towards the pup, most mothers she had known never let their pups out of their sight. She had seen many orphaned little ones. had been one herself, but to see one within a pack, she never expected.
Morte ducked her head, the skull mark on her chest hidden. "Oh - um, ok." She barked in reply to her first answer. "I don't have one... at least, I don't think I have one. But maybe I do. Maybe it's in the pack. No wait- it would be a 'she', not an 'it', idiot." She smacked herself in the face, then coughed. "Sorry. I have split personalities..." A look of confusion came upon the salt-and-pepper schnauzer's face. "Oh my god, I'm sorry."
Lorelei watched in interest as the pup changed sentences rapidly, thoroughly confusing the seer. She had no idea what was happening, and nodded when the pup explained what it was. Again she apologized, and Lorelei wanted to sigh. The pup did nothing wrong, so why was she apologizing? In some people it just couldn't be helped though, she knew.
"Like I said, dont apologize. You did nothing wrong."
Blinking, Morte took a deep breath and sighed. "O-Ok." She barked shakily, sitting down. "So... back to the mother thing. I don't have one." It sounded much better when she didn't jumble it up with confusing sentences. "What's your name? I'm Morte." She chirped after a little while, looking up at the dog.
Morte smiled and cocked her head slightly. "I know, but I've learnt to live with it. It means death, right? It was chosen as my name because of this." Her smile faded, leaving a blank face. She stood up on her hind legs, the skull mark now visible. The cold, harsh blue eyes glared up at Lorelei. Morte patted the mark quickly, making the eyes disappear. Dropping back down to four legs, she sat down. "So, you see why."
{i'm sneaking onto proboards right now, sorry if it's short}