Silver Creek through the streets and column cracks

When he spoke, she was further conflicted. Here in the middle of the woods, where not a single man could be found, nor road, nor any recognizable piece of the life she had once lived, was a dog. He could speak, and he seemed as stunned by her as she was of him. Something about his scent made warning bells go off inside of her, but Blackheart wanted to ignore them, as she was so starved for the attention and affection of her kin, but... Those warning bells were damn loud.

She opened her mouth and out blurted, W.. where, what-- what are you doing out here? Where's... She didn't finish the thought, and looked around (frantically at first, her ears fluttering), but recalled how long she'd been alone while she'd hiked, and knew there was nothing in this place that would be recognizable. She didn't even have words to explain where she'd come from, not yet. Is this.. your home?