Verdant Basin conditions of existence

He sits there for a moment, watching off in the distance as if he could see the bird still flying away. Long gone by now, however, Bowie eventually gets back to his feet and adjusts himself. Muck sticks to one side of his face and he shakes, but the weakness in his body has taken a toll that he nearly stumbles back onto his rump. He's able to catch himself, but awkwardly splaying all four legs, and with a heave of a breathe, begins to put them back together. 

Bowie turns, catching a glimpse of another close before he'd been able to hear or smell her. Her posture confuses him, sure they'd been on neutral territory, but her tail flags high enough to make him second guess himself. He lifts his lips to show his teeth then, a low rumble of a growl sounds, elongating his sudden frustration. No other scents catch his attention and he once again deems where he stands unclaimed. Perhaps a pack wolf, a little better off than he, but beyond her claim she means nothing to him and he feels no where close to where she might call home.