"I think we should stop here for the day, guys," stated Chase Suno who was the Alpha of the Core-Tech pack.

Bren, his Omega, trembled worriedly at his side. "I don't know, Chase. Are you sure we're far enough away from Charlemagne and Klipse's packs?"

Chase was about to answer when Dax interrupted him. "If he wasn't sure then he wouldn't have told us to stop, Glasses," ensured the Lowland mutt.

"I hate it when you call me Glasses, Dax!" whined Bren. "These aren't real glasses! They're just markings!"

"Well then, do you want me to call you 'Floppy' for that one ear that never seemed to rise from your puphood?" Dax taunted smacking Bren's folded over ear for effect.

Teasing and snarling went on for a good five minutes. It eventually led to Bren nipping at Dax's chest. Dax smirked.

"Heh, so you want to play it that way, Glasses? Fine by me," Dax knocked Bren to the ground with his muzzle easily. The mutt climbed on top of the fallen Omega grinning devilishly. "How about I mark you like a female?"

"Dax, I hate to say this, but you can't even mark Jinja," commented Beyal. The monk dog's comment was innocent, but hit Dax hard.

"Come over here and say that to my face you-!"

"Alright, alright, everyone calm down," interrupted Chase. "I think we need some rest and a little trust exercise. How about we clean each other?"

The members of the pack looked at each other unsurely. Was this a good idea?

"Come on guys. It can't hurt," Chase urged. The others nodded. They couldn't disobey their Alpha.

Dax approached Jinja. If he could clean her, then there'd be no doubt she'd fall for him. "Hey, Princess-,"

"Here Beyal, let me clean you," Jinja said to the monk.

"Oh, yes, thank you Jinja. I will be sure to return the honor," Beyal smiled and lay on his belly. Jinja grinned and lay next to the smaller canine.

Jinja ran her tongue over Beyal's snow white fur. The thickness of his undercoat almost made her gag, but she was too overcome with happiness to care. His fur was amazingly soft. It put her coarse coat to shame.

Beyal reached his head over to lick the top of Jinja's head. The female about came out of her fur from the feel of his tongue.

"I-I'm sorry if my fur is so coarse, Beyal," Jinja whimpered embarrassedly.

"Do not be sorry, Jinja. Your fur feels like the softest cloud beneath my tongue," replied Beyal. The monk dog would never know how much those words made her heart soar.

Dax looked on in pure anger. Rage filled him from the tip of his snout to the end of his tail. The Lowland mutt looked around for another canine to clean. He spotted Bren who was going to clean Chase. Dax snatched the Omega by the scruff of his neck and pulled him close.

"C'mere Glasses and let me clean you," ordered Dax.

Bren tried pulling away. He really did not want Dax cleaning him or himself having to clean Dax in return. The Lowlander was probably filthy! What if he got ringworm from this mutt?

"I w-was a-a-about to go clean Chase," stammered Bren.

"Tough biscuits, Gasses because I'm cleaning you and you're going to do a good job cleaning me in return," snarled Dax.

Dax ran his long tongue across Bren who squealed and squirmed underneath. "Ah! Dax, be gentle! You're too rough! TOO ROUGH! Watch where your tongue's going! AUGH!"

Chase looked on at his little pack. The leader yawned and placed his head on his paws. Chase Suno loved it when his team was getting along.