Only The Strong Survive

Empire
Empire lowered his hand again and nudged her hand softly.

Outlaw
She very gently, very slowly stood up, keeping her body language in an unthreatening stance.

Empire
Empire watched her, lifing his head again and pinning his ears protectively.

Outlaw
She didn't move, keeping her gaze averted and hand out. She kept her body language relaxed and gentle.

Empire
He kept his ears pinned, but lowered his muzzle to her hand again, eventually letting his ears forward.

Outlaw
She very gently moved her hand back to his neck and gently pet his neck. Her hand was gentle and assuring.

Empire
He nodded his head slightly, pricking his ears and glancing at their surroundings.

Ryan
 Movement and noise from somewhere off to his left caught his attention, and his head snapped in that direction, eyes resting on a horse in a pen not far from the hut. A tall female appeared to be in the pen as well, working with the horse. Ryan's mare's ears were pricked with interest, her nostrils flared; he pulled back on the reins slightly to stop her from moving forward.

Last edited on 2018-12-17 at 14:56:36 by Merry Raptor

Ahanu
"Oh, okay. Yeah, we can head back, then. We're going to stop and get the horses, right?" 

Charity
Charity nodded, glancing at the window in the room. It was, in fact, broken. She wondered quietly what had happened but she said nothing about it. "Yeah, we can."

Outlaw
Her sharp gaze immediately noticed the person on a horse, and she left Empire to vault over the fence and land neatly on the other side to call to the person. "Alright, if you're enemy either run or start shootin, if you're friendly get over here stead of jut gawkin way back there" she called to them in a bored, flat tone.

Ryan
 That was... interesting? Not sure how to process a literal cowgirl treating me like some kind of Wild West outlaw, but that being said, I am currently living in the zombie apocalypse, so why do I even try to make sense of anything anymore? He shook his head to himself, prodding his mare forward. "Um, don't shoot. I'm just trying to survive like everyone else." As he got closer, he could better make out her features. She's a mere teenager, twenty tops. And dressed like a... Well, like a Wild West outlaw.

Alex
Alex groaned awake, head pounding as Jade leaned over him. "G'Mornin', love." He mumbled, as he groped for his bag off the side of the bed, retrieving his half filled water bottle and choked down the entire thing, along with a stray pain med. 

Jade
She smiled. "'Morning. I made breakfast, if you can get up before it's all gone. Headache?" 

Alex
"Yeah." He croaked, grinning crookedly up at Jade. "I'd give you a kiss, but I've got some unbelievable morning breath and strangely, I don't think you'd appreciate it."