Serpent Lake Pieces of peace

@Meiken

The wilds aren’t so much new to him as it is a nuisance to his senses. Being raised a hunting dog meant he had to be now the ins and outs of the critters that claimed the woodlands as their home. But back then he could always count on a whistle to reign him over into his master’s hands, and then from there it was only a short hop back into the truck until they hit the streets and ventured back into a different kind of the jungle: the city. Their last camping trip in particular had gone far off that cement path, leaving the dog perplexed as to which direction would lead him back to humans.

Instead of the smells of cooked meat and dainty perfumes though, his nose seemed to wander over the scents of a different kind of canine. He didn’t know the difference between dogs and wolves; even when he’d seen them from a distance they just seemed to be another breed of dog. A wild kind whose piss nearly dominated his senses as he begun to peek into the true depths of the Teekon Wilds. Inherently he was not aware of the danger, knowing only to retreat at the scent of bears and any cat that was big enough to swallow him whole. There was certainly a threat there, but not one large enough for him to turn tail, so he carried on.

To the welcomed sight of water. A persistent pant rolled off the large tongue wiggling at the side of his maw, gulping back exhaustion as he lowered his head down to side of the bank.