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[BUGSY]

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The November sun was harsh and beating, striking his form with its rays and penetrating his dark pelt. At this point, he might as well get a damn sunburn from all of this exposure. This had to be the hottest place that Bugsy had ever traveled to. Was he stupid for trying to make it to the border? Probably, but Bugsy was the very definition of reckless and, frankly, idiocy. He'd do just about anything if it meant that he'd prove himself to the rest of the world.

The Beauceron held the faint scent of the Rosebloods, but it wasn't strong enough to notice from a distance. He had stayed there for a week or so, but when things began to go take a nosedive, then he dipped out of there as soon as he could. And where else to turn to but the apparent baddest group around? Bugsy was confident that he could walk into the place within five minutes. Perhaps they'd be glad to accept a strong and loyal fella like him.

Placing his paws upon an apparent borderline, he lifted his muzzle to the wind as it tugged on his short, black pelt. The air felt nice on his neck after what seemed like hours of traveling this far through the arid lands. Then, he opened his mouth, "HEY! Anybody out there?" Bugsy wasn't going to wait around until he [sub]dropped dead.[/sub] He needed to get their attention somehow. "I swear, you guys are tryin' ta' make me roast like a Thanksgiving turkey." He panted, his floppy tongue lolling out of his maw as he tried to cool down his body in the baking heat. Hoooh, hopefully they had an olympic-sized swimming pool that he could dive into.