Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

now the taiga gave way to dry steppes which were blue and cold. shoko shook out his fur, watching as his breath faded in wisps.

the barely audible growl of his stomach pushed him on. there were no deer here that he saw, but a small herd of plain clothed bighorn sheep grazed between drifts of early morning mist.

shoko trailed a distance behind them.