deathclawenthusiast & catothehound (cont.)

catothehound:

Any other would have gotten their hand ripped off, but it seemed like his hounds had already taken a liking to this stranger. Hopefully this wasn’t a sudden sign of weakness in his pack. Narrowing his eyes on her for a moment, he finally sighed in defeat.

"His name is Mercurio. And since he has already accepted your touch, a treat couldn’t hurt…"

Really, he should have just commanded the dogs to rip her to pieces. But for one she was under Vulpes protection. For the other, he couldn’t really bring him to hurting a fellow friend of animals.

"I am Cato, handler of this pack of hounds. I take it you are Olivia."

Oh good, the man didn’t seem too upset that his perportedly vicious dogs seemed to be alright with her. Fishing out a small piece of meat from a pouch at her hip she presented it to her new buddy. “Mercurio, huh? Is that a latin name too? I know how fond you fa-legionaries are of latin.”

She stood letting the other dogs smell her before giving each a small piece of the food she had brought with her just for this. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Cato.” Olivia said, glancing back at him. “It’s a little disarmimg, I’ve got to say, having people know who I am before I can make a proper introduction.” She smiled at the man. “Is there a lot of gossip floating around then?”

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[Grabs breast instead :V]

Rude! Olivia doesn’t do much to make her stop though, other than lightly push her wrist away.

catothehound whispered:

Well that was unexpected. Olivia flushed, clearing her throat? “Do you, uh, wanna go feed your dogs?”

"Excuse me, I heard you have some dogs and I was wondering if you needed help with them."

catothehound:

catothehound:

It wasn’t often visitors came to the pens. The perceived violent nature of the mongrels kept even other legionnaires away and Cato had never seen a non-legionnaire approach them willingly. Yet here was a woman with fiery red hair and a sort of determined look that he had a hard time dismissing. Vulpes’ latest catch, if he was not mistaken.

"I have hounds, yes. I doubt you can help me with them though, unless you are tired of your tenure here at the Fort." He crosses his arms and tilts his head as she looks her up and down. "What makes you think you can help me then?"

He scoffed, sounding a barking yell that stirred the still pen behind him. Opening up the pen-gate, six large mongrels came bounding out of the dark shadows within and it was only a few split seconds before they had circled the woman. Cato raised a brow though. None of the hounds were growling. Not even a hint at a snarl, just sniffing the air around her before his lead hound Mercurio, an old scarred dog with as many notches as Cato himself, approached her slowly and sat down. Some 160 pounds of old gnarled muscle, fangs, talons and fur waited patiently for her move. Somehow she seemed to have a sway over the animals.

The animals bounded from the pen towards her, Olivia crouching down, not noticing as herdress dragged on the ground. She held her hands out as the lead mutt approached her, his nose cool on the palm of her hand. Carefully, she scratched him under his doggy chin, her other hand stroking the scarred beasts side. “Can I give him a treat? What’s his name?”

"I, um…" She cleared her throat, face deep red. "Will you take your hand off my thigh?"

thehunterfallout whispered:

"Oh gosh, I’m very flattered, but there’s several people who will be mad if they overhear you. Maybe you should try someplace else."

"Excuse me, I heard you have some dogs and I was wondering if you needed help with them."

catothehound:

It wasn’t often visitors came to the pens. The perceived violent nature of the mongrels kept even other legionnaires away and Cato had never seen a non-legionnaire approach them willingly. Yet here was a woman with fiery red hair and a sort of determined look that he had a hard time dismissing. Vulpes’ latest catch, if he was not mistaken.

"I have hounds, yes. I doubt you can help me with them though, unless you are tired of your tenure here at the Fort." He crosses his arms and tilts his head as she looks her up and down. "What makes you think you can help me then?"

Olivia shrugged. “I don’t know. Are you saying your dogs are mean then? Usually animals are pretty warm and friendly with me. I know not to do anything stupid that’ll make them snap at me and I like dogs. Plus if they get hurt, I can help then too, I’m pretty keen on first aid.” Another shrug and the woman pulled her hair over her shoulder, running her fingers through it. “I’ve take care of animals before.”

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