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Post by tingara on Sept 20, 2009 7:21:39 GMT
Tail wagging impossibly fast, Lucas trotted through the undergrowth towards where he knew Ammi would be waiting for him. From his mouth hung a freshly caught rabbit and it was a big one too. Unfortunately this time he hadn’t caught it, Sam had with the intentions to use the fur as a saddle blanket but Ammi didn’t have to know that. Sure the man would be a little disappointed but Lucas knew he would blame Harvey under his breath and just go out and catch another one.
As he went on his way, the tamaskan thought about the she-dingo he was about to see. These days her belly was looking more swollen than normal, he hoped she wasn’t getting sick. He’d seen cattle get all bloated and then have to be taken away and later he would smell their burning flesh. For a moment that thought scared him and made Lucas move faster.
Getting closer, he dropped the rabbit and gave a bark to let Ammi know he was near. It didn’t take long before he appeared before her, holding the rabbit proudly in his jaw. ”Here, freshly caught this morning,” he exclaimed, puffing his chest out. He was her provider and damn did it feel good to be relied on. The wolf-like dog greeted the dingo with a soft nuzzle underneath her jaw before settling himself nearby to watch her eat.
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Post by Tiggs on Sept 21, 2009 12:24:45 GMT
At first she’d thought the bloating was from all the food Lucas was giving her. Fat reserves would be great for when winter came around again and Lucas wasn’t here to help her. But she was still hungry. Her stomach insisted it was never full, and the shape her stomach was taking on was starting to draw her towards impossible conclusions.
She’d had mates before Lucas, but after a few years of fruitlessness, she was deemed barren and shunned by those that knew her. She had always assumed she would never make new life inside her, yet the way only her abdomen widened while the rest of her was still thin was making her wonder if that night with Lucas had stirred new life.
Her ears flicked toward the sound of Lucas’s bark. It was a noise only men’s dogs made – dingoes did not bark. Usually she would run from the sound, anticipating danger and pain, but she knew his voice and she came running at an awkward lope. Her tail gave a wag as she saw him and she greeted him with a rare lick on the chin.
The she-dingo sniffed at the lingering smell of rabbit around his mouth before she turned to the animal itself. Her tail wagged faster and she hunkered down to eat it. This time last year she would have dragged the meat away to eat, never eating close to Lucas. But she had grown to trust the dog against her better judgement, and now she lay comfortably on the ground while devoting all her attention to the rabbit. Lucas would look after her.
After eating up half of the rabbit, she paused and glanced up at the tall dog. They were entirely different, of course, but something about him was attracting her back again and again. His kindness was like that of no other dog, yet he still stayed with that man. He reeked of him, but at least under that tainted scent was his natural musk that she secretly enjoyed. Lucas was too tall and grey to be considered handsome by dingo standards, but again Ammi found herself appreciating his differences.
Leaving the half-eaten rabbit, she padded over to Lucas and sat on her haunches next to him. She leaned her amber cheek on his broad grey shoulder and huffed. She wondered if this fatness of hers was indeed a littler of pups that she never thought she could have. It was a miracle really – Lucas was a dog and she a dingo – it shouldn’t be possible that their union would result in pups. Absently she groomed his shoulder, imagining what strange dingo-dog creatures might be growing inside her.
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Post by tingara on Sept 28, 2009 12:22:07 GMT
The lick on the chin made Lucas’ tail wag even faster if that was even possible. He felt so needed around Ammi. As a cattle dog he was lousy, as a brumby hunting dog he was lousy; he was lucky Sam was a kind man otherwise he might have been tossed on a fire like those cows long ago. The wolf-like dog snuffled the she-dingo happily, taking care not to put his snout anywhere near her belly just in case it was sore. ”Ammi?” he asked suddenly, ”Why is your belly so swollen?”
Maybe it was like what had happened to Kessa’s belly. Maybe Ammi was pregnant with some little dingo pups. Wait a minute, had he done that to her? Was her belly swollen because of what he’d done with her that night a few weeks ago? Oops. He hadn’t meant for her to get sick or, pregnant for that matter. Wow, he was going to be a father! That was pretty exciting he supposed.
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