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Bran straightens up in the wake of the wind, shaking snow from his thick black hair and brushing it out from the space between his scarf and neck. Damned wind...He's got snow in places he thought he'd protected.
He doesn't spot Gizmo and Jade, the two pups have aproached on his blind side, testified to by the scar that becomes visible as he gets the snow off, and the glimpse of a milk white eye. There's no room to hide Gaara in any form on his person, even under the bulky wool and leather coat, and the only scent of blood is the faint cleaned off aroma of ermine.
It's the slight whine of young pups that make him turn his head, his one good eye showing amber, almost the color of wolfs eyes, but not quite.
"Hey there..." He frowns slightly, puzzled more than startled to realize the pup(s) are there. "What do you think you're doing? Hunting?" For someone familiar with human language, his voice is a quandary, it has an non native accent to go with native speach and a largely native face.

"What're you two doing?" He questioned Jade and Gizmo, coming up behind them slowly, before looking up at Bran. Wrinkling his nose a bit, he then looked down at the fallen Jade, and the rather...fluffed up Gizmo. "He wont hurt you, dont worry. He just kills off the ermine around here." He smirked a bit...a lot less violent, of course, or else he would have attacked the human by now. Of course...Gizmo and Jade probably followed his scent to Bran, his old owner, his old friend...he who had been wounded by Gaara's jaw and claws as Sable had.

He sighed, and looked up to Bran, giving a whuff and a light, mocking, toss of his head. Looking back down to the pups, he smirked, baring large fangs...he was getting bigger, he'd be an adult soon...Though, he was to take care of Gizmo as he did Lexi, he did not wish to have another incident happen, such as Sable's death, anymore...he was careful, and connected.

"Hakan..." Bran looks a little pleased, a little releived, to see the dark wolf show up, although his name for Gaara may sound a little odd to the pups. He pulls off one of the heavy leather gloves and offers it out for inspection before daring to risk an ear rub.
"What fierce little freinds you have there, Hakan..." He kneels down to be more on a visible level to the tiny, comicly growling pup, although it brings him VERY on level with the towering Gaara, who will be an enormous wolf when full grown. In spite of the cold, he leaves the hand extended, so that the pup can examine it at it's leisure and determine for it's self if he's harmless or not. His gloves smell of oilcloth and pine, and cold sap, the way his hands smell of human, a little of smoke, and a little like the smoked sausages and dark coffee from breakfast.
((edit slightly)) He's amused by the squeaky growl from Gizmo, although the sight of Hakan/Gaara's teeth is...a touch on the alarming side, but there's not much to do other than hope that the dark wolf hasn't changed it's mind since last time they met.

Bron stiffles an laugh, the situation may be one where there's a fair degree of possible danger, but watching an bold, previously growling pup knock it's self head over teacup with a sneeze is still funny.
"What happened to all that bravery, Helki?" He dubs the pup the first name that comes to mind. It means "Touch" after the pups paw resting on his own hand. He speaks quietly, so as not to further alarm.
Bran's own scent seems to lack any recent contact with other humans, he's been living here pretty much alone for a while...venturing to towns to buy supplys he can't get on his own...he's had an lingering reluctance to aproach any of the native villages. He's been away too long, and feels as though it would be an intrusion, that he would be more of an outsider there than he is in the towns, where his facial structure, if not the hair, give him away, even when his slightly darker than normal skin doesn't.
He's tempted to dub the greenish female, (he's never SEEN a Green wolf before, and wonders, against all reason, if it's really a spirit) Karmiti (Trees).

"I'll give you credit for being ammusing but I need the coat..." Bron chides with a slight frown, as the pup loosely dubbed Helke circles around and starts putting toothmarks into the hem of his coat. The thick wool is resiliant, as is the leather trim and exterior that help make it block the wind, but it's also not designed to stand up to sharp little pup teeth which are working holes into the leather. He puts his hand on the hem of the coat to try and keep it from being jerked around, adjusting the bow and quiver on his back to fish in his pocket with an ungloved hand, looking for a strip of jerky. Its not likely what the pups used to eating, but he doubts it can hurt much, and might get his coat back. At least if he splits it with Hakan.
He puts a piece on the ground in reach of the larger wolf, and crumbles another in his pocket before tossing an small piece into the snow beside the "hunting" pup. "Mercy on the coat there please...Some of us don't have fur..." His white eye doesn't 'track' like the amber one does, or not perfectly, unable to see, at least not in any usuable regard.
"I must be completely out of my mind." He adds conversationaly. "Shows I need to get out more. I'm in the middle of the forrest talking to wolves."

((Ryu herself needs to 'get out' a little this evening. I have accounting class. Whee! c_C)) ((thinks the rp is hysterical tho))

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(( OMFG Carmens gonna rip out haku's throat XDDDDD

Carmen: LETMEATHIM ))