This land was his. This luscious forest that seemed utterly teeming with life at times. But he had to admit, the births of every new dawn over the almost featureless realm... It made everything seem peaceful, quiet, tranquil, and the irony of it all amused him greatly. This place was a land of conflict, a place where any two creatures that crossed one another's path was a guarantee of bloodshed, another chance to instill chaos. This was the thicket, and it was his home, his domain, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Perhaps that was exaggeration though, for the dog had merely found a sunny patch and curled up there for the time being, pretending as if territorial thoughts would ward off disturbance. In all truth, two beings could walk past one another without so much as a passing glance- unless one of them was Amatsu Mikaboshi.

For now, the creature slept, curled up, looking like a particularly fluffy rug from afar. Just in the middle of the nowhere, completely open to attack, but this didn't bother him. The tawny coat that concealed his skin rose and fell with each breath of the sleeping dog. He slept contentedly, but he caught the smallest echo of a voice, coming of as rather irate. Amatsu opened one milky brown eye, and a floppy, furred ear shot straight up and swiveled toward the far off bank of the river. He could just make out a form on the river's bank, and again caught the little voice, followed by what sounded like a challenge. This greatly interested him.

The other terra-cotta colored eye snapped open, and stared down at the black form on the horizon. Amatsu uncurled his slender body and reluctantly stood to his full height of three and a quarter feet. The infant sun twinkled off of the fur that covered most of his lithe body; his underbelly seemed to be covered in softer, snow color, which the light from the sun dared to dance off of. Amatsu directed his attention to the figure on the bank and began a trek toward it, slightly smirking to himself It was rare he came across a someone shorter.

"A runt? What hole'd this poor fuck climb out of to end up here?"

Amatsu kept both eyes and ears focused on the steadily growing dot on the horizon, eventually forming into the shape of a dog, a chihuahua at that. The thought of such a small dog daring to go out on its own seemed strange to him, as if it thought she could take on someone larger. The few scratches clinging to her legs might have portrayed a look of toughness on her, and she was obviously relying on speed more than brute force, like him. To a dog he was remotely interested him, the shrimp might have gained a respect point or two. But this little fact meant nothing to him, as of now this stranger was of no worth or value to him or to his motives, a mere plaything at best.