[W]hat on Earth

[[ Disturbed ]]

"What's this...?"

A pair of dark and pointed ears appeared among the very top branches and brilliant green foliage of one of many forest bushes resting a short ways away from the edge of a peculiar clearing. Poised, alert, they twitched in earnest, listening for the eyes below them that were blinded by vegetative obstruction. The wind was on full blast that night, rushing through the trees and whipping branches about, typical for a forest environment. But, up ahead, in a bit of overgrown clearing, the wind took a different pitch, almost like a whistle, accompanied by rattling and clanking as opposed to the typical snapping and crackling of branches and leaves.

Curious, the male akita stepped forward, stepping out from behind the cover of the thickest bushes in the clear and moving out into the darkness, his stride bold, unafraid, but still cautious. Lightly colored gaze stood out against his deep black facial markings in the silvery moonlight of the night and carefully, it scanned the area for... any sort of intell as to what this human piece of monstrosity even was. Though his nose clearly told him there were beasts about, he ventured on, first approaching and then circling the metallic structure as if he'd never seen one before.

He hadn't seen one before, not this close. He was aware of human planes, as most dogs were, watching their glistening silver forms cross the skies 30,000 feet over the heads of animals and men alike. But that tiny glistening dot in the sky and this... massive piece of machinery, to this dog, were nothing alike and he neither associated the two or even considered the possibility. At least, not until he rounded the nose and found himself before one of the giant busted wings. It was bent and probably missing the end of it, but the shape and purpose was clear.

"It's a plane..."

Looking around in a sort of awestruck manner, the massive brute continued his exploration now more than ever, very boldly walking right up to the open door and poking his head in. Inside, the fabric-covered seats screamed of dogs, covered in hair, bones and, of course, the scent. But none could be found.

"... apparently turned den."

[*Carmen*]

A golden puppy watched the male as he entered, a small wiff of her black point was in the sky, her ebonite orbs watched his movements, she trailed in the grass, silently watching him, when he went into the plain Carmen silently crept along the borderand upon the wing, crawling as her ruffled golden coat wavered and itelegent orbs watching through shattered glass. Silently the puppy crawled inside, avoiding the shattered glass that had floated around the small window.

Carmen was glad being small, she crawled upon the plane, crounding on the leather seat, ears tweaked as the male looked about, Carmen spoke in a small voice but it was quote loud "What are you doing in MY plane!" A frown flowed upon her golden puppy place, she had clamed it to herself after she ad spotted no one around. Her puppy glare watched him, she could take him.