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Little Astria Brooke was always sticking her little black nose where it never belonged. Anywhere from in fires to snooping around meatshops or knocking over tables, she was always known and recognized for being in trouble in Nome. And if that wasn't enough, the little spitfire is Balto's granddaughter! The wild ran thick through her veins, leading her to pull and push at anything and everything.. Mostly making her an amazing police dog. But When the little Husky crossbreed ends up in a bad situation and her human partner ends up being shot.. she gets a bad knock on her head and forgets everything. She's dropped in a middle of nowhere town in Alaska called Cambridge, will anyone be able to tell her where she belongs? All she knows is she belongs somewhere, and the plate on her black leather workcollar says 'Azzy'. This pretty little mix is in a lot of trouble if she can't find help!

Rules.
I don't really have any. Just play fair; And be nice.

Characters;

You can make up your own. Anything from a collie to a wolf. I don't really care. They can be related to whoever.. just make sure i know their lineage (;

Bio

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Age:
Gender:
Lineage:
Personality;
Crush:
Markings:
Anything Else:

Name:Astria
Age: 1 and a half
Gender: Female
Lineage: Balto's Granddaughter, The red-faced pups' daughter
Personality; Witty and caniving.. sometimes clueless but for the most part very sweet and dedicated to her work.
Crush: [[ Open]]
Markings: she's white and cream with black eye markings and red saddle; drawing soon
Anything Else: The family she belongs to has one teenager; Her owner, Anna; And the momma, Brenda. || Her collar is usually a blue plaid when shes' off work && the tag on it has all her infomartion.. but shes wearing her work collar which only has what her family calls her on it.

Don't tell me so; Do so; ... lol))

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Name:Lowell
Age: 1 1/2
Gender: Male
Lineage:His mother was a sled-dog but retired when Lowell was born, no one knows about his father and his mother refuses to talk about him, but due to Lowell's similarity with wolves, many say his father was a wild wolf.
Personality: He is always trying to be friendly although not many dogs like to talk to him, because of fear and/or hate. He loves adventure and finding new places. He likes to walk across human towns even if he has to do it hiding from the people to avoid troubles. It is almost impossible to make him stay in the same place for too long.
Crush: Looking for one
Markings: He looks pretty much like a smaller-than-average wolf, he is all white with black marking in the back
Anything Else: His wolfish look always cause him troubles, whether it is dogs making fun and attacking him, or hunters chasing him. But he is confident he'll find someone who loves him despite his look. Because of his hunger for adventure and the fact that the only one who ever loved him was his mother, he ran away from his home looking for a place where he belongs.

Alrighty boys && girls lets get started... (: ))

Astria rolled her head into the snow a couple of times... 'My headd hurts..' She complained numbly, standing up on shaking limbs. "This isn't cool.." She looked around to gather her surroundings... and saw blurry figures moving around.. Where was she..? Who was she?

Not too far from there, Lowell was still trying to catch a prey he'd been chasing almost all day. Things like that made him think it's true that he had wolf blood, after all he enjoyed hunting a lot and the only dogs that he knew that hunted did it only when they were with their humans and only if they were hunters too. But he didn't like thinking about that kind of stuff because his disappeared father always came to mind and Lowell always preferred to not even mention him. He was about to get his prey when he saw two bodies on the snow. It wasn't long before curiosity invaded him and he ran towards the strange bodies but suddenly stopped when he realized that the two bodies were actually dogs. He had some bad experiences with dogs before, because he looked like a wolf, no dog ever wanted to get close to him and if they did it was to attack him or make bad jokes about his looks. He was turning around to leave when he noticed that one of the dogs looked really bad. He started thinking if he should leave them there, after all they would only make fun of him like everybody else did. But what if they needed some help? Maybe Lowell could be helpful. He sighed, he knew he was probably making a big mistake but he couldn't leave them just like that. He slowly walked up to them and when he was close enough he cleared his throat to get their ateention.
"Hi, I'm sorry but....I was..." Lowell was about to say 'hunting' but he knew that would probably scare them."...passing by and I saw you here and I...uh...do you need any help?"

Astria's head bubbled with lost thoughts... The wolf inside was telling her to run; and the dog inside was tellingher she was in deep trouble. Both screamed go home... But where was home? She raised pointed ears to November, Then Lowell. "Umm.. This is gonna sound crazy... but do you know who I am? Cause I sure don't..." Her bright mismatched eyes questioned them soundlessly, her tail hung loosly against her back end, she was'nt afraid.. she was just really confused. Her nameplate glittered in the sun. 'Azzy.'

Lowell stared at her for a moment. That was a weird question to ask someone, but it meant that she would need more help than he thought."Well...I don't know who you are but..." The shinning plate distracted him, he leaned closer to read the nameplate."Well, at least we know your name now...Azzy?" He turned to the other dog, maybe she knew something else about Azzy."Excuse me but...you must be her friend, right?"

A sweet voice called to her, in the back of her mind. 'Azz. Azzy! Astria! Come here, don't be wandering off....' The voice faded and Azzy sat down, her blueand brown eyes opening. "Well; Thanks.. I think it might be Astria...? But we'll go with Azzy for now.. I can't seem to remember anything."

She focused really hard; " I can only remember a brown-gray hybrid playing with me when i was little. My grandfather. Balto? I think that was his name." She shook her head, her fluffy malamute tail whisping up over her back now that she wasnt so nervous.