Honeycomb
"Aw Hugo.." Honey gives him a little, quiet bark. "It'll be okay, you will have a nice life here. We will both be a part of a happy pack as soon as Buck finds the right dog.." Honey rests her muzzle on her paws, warmed with Buck and Lily on either side of her.

Hugo cocks his head. "What do you mean by that, are you two not a mated pair?"

Honeycomb
"oh.." Honey glances at Buck, so strong and kind. "Buck doesn't think of me like that.. He.. Is strong and kind, he broke me free, took me in, and has fed me.. And I would throw myself on a bear to repay him, but I don't think he likes me like that.." Honey says, feeling shy.

"By the way he acts toward you I would say he liked you. I don't think anyone would do that for me." He yawns. Lao do you have any kids?"

Honeycomb
At this, Honey feels herself go warm inside. She sniffs Bucks warm fur and wonders if that could be true. Then Honey searches her head for any memory of pups. "Not that I know of..." She looks back of Lily, and feels the sting again. "I love pups, but I can't remember anything but being abused. I know I have never been loved. If I did, they were orphans.... and were probably taken from me by death or another way." Honey shivers, if they had not she would still have them. "But I can't be sure that I even did."

"At least you weren't from a puppy mill, those places are worst than death themselves. So many dogs in the pound had been from puppy mills and so many died from the sickness of depression. I felt so bad for them, but there was no way for me and o help." Hugo yawns again. "We need sleep."

Honeycomb
At the thought of this, Honey whimpers and curls up. "Okay... good night Hugo." She gladly falls asleep quickly, for she had been tired. (they all gonna wake up? XD)

Snuck was the first to wake. He streches and looks over the others before leaving to find some food.

Honeycomb
Honey finds herself wrapped up in a dream. Or.. She thinks it is a dream. She is wandering a dark, cold road. She has a free feeling hanging about. Honey suddenly hears yelling, she jerks her head to see familiar faces coming after her. She sprints in different directions at a time, flailing at the sound of gunshots. She feels a sharp pain in her left ear, but keeps going. She was wet, and was carrying something in her mouth, but did not remember what. She was slipping in muddy tire tracks, using the last of her strength to outrun these people with guns and long metal sticks. The thing she was carrying jerked in her jaws. Honey's paws were kicking in her sleep and she whimpered.

Lily jumps. "I'm ready.... Come..-yawn-..at me with your best- yawn- shot." She sits and yawns. "Honey? Honey wake up your having a running dream, one were your running."