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5/8 ; collab with insyndiar ! bg and lines by me, she sketched, colored, shaded, and added final touches :>
ft. 069 Maussik & 043 Fahari
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Fahari had been having the sweetest dreams, he had been decorated with multiple flags; he had finally collected his last one and had been making a mad dash for the finish line. Just as he was about to cross; he felt a hard shove which rudely abrupt his dream. Growling Fahari shot up and shot daggers at his companion. Mauk, the larger male, was glaring back down down at him before nodding his head to a small mottled blue and white female who had began barking out her speech. Huffing Fhari got to his paws and shook his fur loose of last night’s fallen snow. As he sat down his ears perked up at a particular part of the directions.

    “Hogs, huh?”, Fahari mumbled to himself. Flicking his tail he learned closer to Mauk as he began whispering his plan to him. Nodding he waited as his companion quietly got up and stalked off towards the group of hogs. Huffing he glanced around at the group, then he himself got up and trotted into position. Luckily he as made it just before a flurry of coats and howls ran off towards their location. Of course the latter group of dogs has frightened the hogs; as they all started to scatter. Licking his jowls Fahari nodded as Maussik got into position opposite of him.

    Snorting Fahari got to finding the perfect hog for them to corner first. As his eyes glanced back and forth through the mess of fur around them he grinned as he spotted a smaller hog. Looking back at his companion, who had crouched behind a trough of snow, he began circling the hog. Thankfully the juvenile hadn’t decided to make a run for it, instead it trotted away from him. As Fahari corralled the hog towards Mauk he grinned as he pounced on it, being careful to watch his weight. Fahari flicked his ears in annoyance as the hog squealed and kicked. The damned thing was making the process difficult but thankfully Mauk finally removed the flag from around it and they let the damn thing go.

    Shaking his fur he looked to Mauk and smirked. “One down, hopefully we won't have any issues with the next eh?” Fahari should have clearly kept his damn mouth shut. The next hog gave them way more trouble. The only Hog that was left was huge compared to the last one. The tusks on the damn thing could cause some serious damage if it decided to fight back. Grumbling to himself Fahari tried to get the hog trapped between the two but of course this one had to be faster as well. The damn thing even threatened to make a run for it into the cold of the sea as it noticed the sukas wouldn’t dare come close to the water.

    Thankfully the two of them finally got their lucky break; the hog thought it could make a break for it but the two huge sukas where just barely quick enough. The hog squealed louder than the last, it’s thrashing caused the both of them to use their full weight to hold it down. Growling Mauk got a hold of the flag and they both let it go. The angry hog flipped over and glared back at the two hackles raised. Gulping the two dashed off , their new flags in tow towards their next location; Skullhead.
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WC: 566
Last part: The Frozen Footrace part 4
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Description

5/8 ; collab with insyndiar ! bg and lines by me, she sketched, colored, shaded, and added final touches :>
ft. 069 Maussik & 043 Fahari
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Fahari had been having the sweetest dreams, he had been decorated with multiple flags; he had finally collected his last one and had been making a mad dash for the finish line. Just as he was about to cross; he felt a hard shove which rudely abrupt his dream. Growling Fahari shot up and shot daggers at his companion. Mauk, the larger male, was glaring back down down at him before nodding his head to a small mottled blue and white female who had began barking out her speech. Huffing Fhari got to his paws and shook his fur loose of last night’s fallen snow. As he sat down his ears perked up at a particular part of the directions.

    “Hogs, huh?”, Fahari mumbled to himself. Flicking his tail he learned closer to Mauk as he began whispering his plan to him. Nodding he waited as his companion quietly got up and stalked off towards the group of hogs. Huffing he glanced around at the group, then he himself got up and trotted into position. Luckily he as made it just before a flurry of coats and howls ran off towards their location. Of course the latter group of dogs has frightened the hogs; as they all started to scatter. Licking his jowls Fahari nodded as Maussik got into position opposite of him.

    Snorting Fahari got to finding the perfect hog for them to corner first. As his eyes glanced back and forth through the mess of fur around them he grinned as he spotted a smaller hog. Looking back at his companion, who had crouched behind a trough of snow, he began circling the hog. Thankfully the juvenile hadn’t decided to make a run for it, instead it trotted away from him. As Fahari corralled the hog towards Mauk he grinned as he pounced on it, being careful to watch his weight. Fahari flicked his ears in annoyance as the hog squealed and kicked. The damned thing was making the process difficult but thankfully Mauk finally removed the flag from around it and they let the damn thing go.

    Shaking his fur he looked to Mauk and smirked. “One down, hopefully we won't have any issues with the next eh?” Fahari should have clearly kept his damn mouth shut. The next hog gave them way more trouble. The only Hog that was left was huge compared to the last one. The tusks on the damn thing could cause some serious damage if it decided to fight back. Grumbling to himself Fahari tried to get the hog trapped between the two but of course this one had to be faster as well. The damn thing even threatened to make a run for it into the cold of the sea as it noticed the sukas wouldn’t dare come close to the water.

    Thankfully the two of them finally got their lucky break; the hog thought it could make a break for it but the two huge sukas where just barely quick enough. The hog squealed louder than the last, it’s thrashing caused the both of them to use their full weight to hold it down. Growling Mauk got a hold of the flag and they both let it go. The angry hog flipped over and glared back at the two hackles raised. Gulping the two dashed off , their new flags in tow towards their next location; Skullhead.
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WC: 566
Last part: The Frozen Footrace part 4
Next part: fav.me/ddn6784