King Elk Forest Water to wine and the finest of sands

"Is that what this place is called? Teekon?"
Sounded a little odd, she decidded, but at least it was a name. She sized up the other dog, who's tail, she noted, curled up over his back as her's did. She watched him a moment, then in response to his question, answered simply, "They left the gate open" As if that would make any sort of sense, though as she had no idea of the existence of wolves, she thought it out to. The other towered over her; she noted with a little jealousy, though it hardly bothered her. "What are you doing here? Did you escape, too?" She questioned boldly, peering at him. Maybe he was one of those street dogs, but they, as their name entailed, lived on the street, and there were hardly any streets here.