Rising Sun Valley He's U.S.D.A Prime...I think its Suppertime...

@Dogmeat since you said you were open for threads with him, here's one!

He went north again. It was a stupid idea, but Mara and her little group were getting boring at the moment, and he was hungry. Starving. Famished. Voracious.

The thick furred and boned wolf-dog groaned with hunger, his pink tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted. "Food....feeeeed meee...." He groaned to no one in particular. The Los Angeles native was not a hunting dog in anyway at all. He was a pit fighter, but he couldn't chase after any deer or rabbit like these native wolves could. That's why he needed a pack or a partner to feed him as soon as possible. Or he would lay down and die. And Audrey III was not about to do that.

He was ready to give up when the smell of death drifted in on the wind. The behemoth ooo-ed with delight at the smell, licking his chops as salvia dribbled down his chops. A feast awaited him!

He picked up as much speed as an overweight wolf-dog could, getting closer and closer to the smell, only slowing down at its familiarity. A car? He walked closer, seeing a huge black box on its side, dented and broken. "Well shit." He said, walking towards the mess curiously. The smell of humans was everywhere. This van must have fallen off the road and down the incline, and they had come to save whatever human had come down with the machine, if they were alive. But it was the smell of dogs that really intrigued the obese wolf.

Dead dogs. Food. Most of the bodies had been cleaned up, but he was sure he could find one that was forgotten if he did a bit of digging....there! A terrier or something. He didn't care. All he thought of now was how good it would taste. The wolf-dog licked his lips as he stared at his meal. It was mangled and broken in a few places, but hey, it would do.