A Tail of Two Peoples - Unexpected Kinship
The grey wolf didn't look at him, mostly because he was still in shock over the fact that the painted dog had managed to actually _hit_kar'na. "so," asar hedged.
A New Family
A painted dog stared at him with squinted eyes from behind a pair of bespoke circular glasses, their perfect symmetry broken by imperfect cracks that ran along the lenses.
Everyone Does It: Origins
This one was a canine, one of those painted dogs from africa. she'd been smoking some mind-altering substance when her meal ticket came home. santi spoke to her, "nadia, this is camila."
Rendezvous, Part Two
The painted dog laughed. "_quand-même, c'est plus près de smith_." "so it is. which would you prefer?" it was only a stopgap measure; he could manage her surname well enough, and commander may would eventually just settle on "chief."
Snow
There were some more cats i knew, and a painted dog i recognized from calculus, and the lithe, white husky i didn't know. when cav made his way past a few bodies he noticed me. he smiled and quickly tried to make his way down to meet me. "jon!
The Princess' Indiscretion
While i might lack the keen nose of one of the painted dogs that roam the veldt, i am not wholly without senses equal to the tasks that are required of them.
Need Part IV - Interwoven
Tobias had taken those few moments to continue cleaning himself up after their tryst, but when the painted dog had returned it was with the grim news tolling across the city. he'd almost left immediately, but soren had stopped him.
Epilogue - Interwoven
The painted dog's silence had been surprisingly painful. "when we captured leena and the other rebels there, i was glad that he wasn't among them. and i mean, perhaps it _was_all transactional with him, and i was just another client, but..."
Life Changing News
He was a wild painted dog.
A Little Bit More [Patreon Commission]
"painted dog. hit his head pretty hard... yeah, i can wait. yeah. that would be good. thank you..."_ ~ ~ ~ askia knew for a (fairly reliable) fact that he didn't pass out again.
Shared Experience
He agreed with the painted dog, in the sense that the rigid formula of the battle sims wasted time. he also knew that commander may would be a little skeptical of taking it even as far as he had.
Need Part IX - Interwoven
From the door behind the bar she'd first left through came a painted dog, his fur striking and his eyes focused on sarina. he nodded to the princess, who smiled back at him in turn. william frowned. maybe she _was_ a customer after all.