#baronyofthesilverwolf

Dusk wanders about the hold on proper canine patrol. A natural leader, she knows how to keep everyone on schedule. She approaches Dolph as he works, checks the sun, and bumps him lightly. He started work before dawn. But there is eggs for him being cooked in the main house and he needs to eat.

She moves past Dote and wuffs at her lightly , she is a terrier, and should check the garden for vermin.

Dote instead tries to lick and clean her.. gah, no no, silly glennie... respect my authoritay

Dusk , now with a wet spot in her fur, moves on. Ah, there is Dame D'Lorean, snoozing in a hammock. Bump , Dolph is going to have breakfast, you should make sure the horses have food

D'Lorean sways "Huh? I don't SPEAK dog. What do you want?"

Dusk sighs, and looks to the stables

"Oh yeah, I'll get to it, five more...minutes" D'Lorean assures

Dusk wishes she were allowed to drag pull people more often, but she moves by. If she sees Willy on the way to or from her shop, the Dog blocks her path and looks to the kitchen area. Nockers need FOOD

A gentle wag to encourage, a snort nod towards it will probably work best. Frankly, Dusk is of the opinion that Nockers are the most intractable hyper focused breed. No wonder Muppet, a terrier, has picked one.

that message delivered, Dusk seeks out Briar, now Briar will need NO reminder of breakfast, she will need to be barked at to wipe her feet before she storms in

Briar growls back at Dusk.

Well then, Dusk will just assume that'll be done and move on. No fear, Dusk, show no fear... top dogs show no fear Gulp

Briar gives her feet a scuffle at the door, none the less.

Slight wag as a reward for that, from a safe distance

and Dusk moves on.

If her mom looks just a wee bit proud from the porch, well, so be it

Oh, here's something out of place.

Dusk stops, and looks it over.

One of the Glennies is lazing. Granted, Liberty’s Aengus of Daulton hasn't been assigned any duty. He hasn't even found a nickname. But here he is, midday, sprawled in a sunbeam, without a care in the world.

Oh this is not to be countanced

A paw twitches languidly, having some puppy dream. And him, full grown!

She readies herself, shakes her butt, and pounces at his tail. This shall wake him!

"WARF!" Glen's are generally not barkers, but Lad (Liberty's Aengus of Dalton) makes a quite undignified noise as he is startled to his feet!

He spins around, and looks - UP. Even a half-grown Mountain Dog is much bigger than him.

"The sun is up. So should you be" Mmmph snort

She's big, but just a puppy. He turns around (three times), and settles back into the sunbeam. Sun is up! And warm. Winter will come soon, and kennels are nice, but summer sun is better. Dismissive!

Shock

There IS room in the sunbeam for two.

The rudeness. She had heard Glennies were more tractable than some other terriers, but this is clearly making her doubt that . No, this calls for stronger measures "WOOF"

It looks very cozy.

She glances at the sun Tempter!

A paw over his head.

She snorts again, then paws him lightly. poke.

mmm he's like a little baked potato with fur

She lays next to him so she can get eye to eye, or bump noses. He needs to...

mmm that sunbeam IS warm

He scooches over a touch. "See? Work later. Sun now."

"Mmmph. Only a little while, then off to work right away"

Mmmrph. A grumble that might be agreement.

The grass is delightfully warmed.

And the breeze that blows is delightfully cool.

She lays next to him, and... slowly expands, dogs are not liquid like cats, but they do have a knack for spreading a bit when relaxation comes in

A ruffle through her fur - it's still warm now, but autumn is in the air. Soon the leaves will turn colors that only Fort can really appreciate, but they will fall, drifting through the air to be leapt and snapped at, then crunching underfoot.

The wild animals are getting fat for the winter, soon it will be time for the hounds to hunt.

She will , yawn, direct others to cuddle if it gets too cold

But for now, it is peaceful, and life is good.

Not as good as if Big-Rock-Tummy-Pet-Master was here, but... good.

And Dusk sleeps... just for a little while. Though Little while is subject to opinion. If she's not careful she may find herself on Liberty’s Aengus of Daulton time clock

"Dusk is a bossy britches" Lavender says as she washes her hands for breakfast having tended to the horses