Dogs of the Never Never : Semi-Friendly Ambushes

Note: This post has been included in one of the new Chapter drafts, please refer to the Index for the current draft of the story.

Please note, this is currently a very rough draft from NaNoWriMo 2007. There will be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, flat out contradictions, and uneven characterization and pacing. (Content is also subject to constant change as I take an editing chainsaw to the story.)

it was an overabundance of dogs, a wild yelping marking rioting mess of limbs and noses and a feeling of ‘not right’ that shivered at your bones. He was lost for a minute in just the chaos of it all, thirty some odd dogs that weren’t dogs that pulled with them the shadows of things that weren’t meant to be.

Jon steadied against his own Dogs, trying to hold onto the hear and now while the other packs pulled him away. Tos leaned heavily into him, snarling a rough baseline as Jon’s pack weighted their Singing until he was steady again.

That’s when the other two Huntsmen finally stepped forward, calming their packs and smiling in a way that set his teeth on edge. He waited for them to make the first move, because they’d cornered him, not the other way ’round. But it was hard not be to nervous when they were so outnumbered and when they’d just come down from the adrenaline of facing off at the warehouse.

He could just faintly hear Hunter in the pack’s singing, she’d faded out well past what anyone would be able to hear. He hoped.

“You’re Jon.” The new woman looked at him expectantly, but it wasn’t a question. He nodded anyways. “Huh.” He though she sounded disappointed somehow.

“You’ll come with us then.” Then man seemed unconcerned with either Jon or his pack, as if he expected them to just come to heal without objection.

“Hell no.” Jon felt Akela solidify under his other hand, and the singing took on that sharp echo before a fight.

“Do you even know who we are?” The woman looked amused, not upset.

Jon blinked at her, how the hell was he supposed to know who they were?

She laughed, and the man looked nonplussed.

“Well then, better sit down and chat a bit, eh?” She gestured in the direction of the apartment as if she was offering him hospitality. Never mind that it was -his- house.

Jon leaned on the Dogs, but got nothing back. No obvious threat, but no recognition either. They were seriously outnumber though, even with Hunter to back them up, so he gave in and nodded. It couldn’t hurt to get them talking…

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