The husky brute raised a brow, black lips curling back from his teeth as he listened to her snappy little remark. She felt that way about it, then, did she? Not only was the comparison rude, but it was totally false; he /looked/ like a lead dog, even without his harness! Even - even without the musher! He didn't need the musher, or his team, or even the sled. Being lead dog was a matter of bearing, of how you carried yourself and how you looked and how you could lead, and Seppo was sure he displayed all of the qualities the musher had seen in him to the best of his ability, even still. He was a lead dog. He would always be a lead dog... even if there wasn't really anything to lead.
But things returned to easy, calm, between them, though the roiling emotions that constantly disturbed the husky's mind were still brewing like a storm in his head and his heart. Her smile caught him off guard a bit, and he tilted his head, then shrugged, shaking off again. "Aleutia, right," he replied, the syllables somehow familiar on his tongue. The day had cleared considerably, it seemed, the sunshine glittering brightly off the femme's shiny tags as well as along the river, and Seppo's mismatched blue and brown eyes soon found themselves detaching from Aleutia's pretty figure and moving off to the horizon. He trotted out of the water, coming to stand at the bank and sighing slightly before turning to look at the femme over his shoulder. "Where'd you say your human was?" he asked softly, his demeanor completely changed again. He was a serious, calm brute now, not quite serene but speaking clearly and with definite purpose. He needed to find a human.
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