Blackfoot Forest My feet know the path of life

Once the van crashed, Minion had left it all behind... Well, as far as behind he could physically put it. He had left all of the other dogs, struck out on his own. But, even as he put distance between them, the effects of being in the Lab traveled with him. Minion had not an ounce of care for others, nor for what he was currently doing. What was Minion currently doing? He was traveling. He didn't know where to, but he didn't need to know.

At this point in his life, Minion's instincts ruled over him. When he got thirsty, he searched for water. When he got hungry, he searched for carcasses of anything. If something moved in front of him, he would try to eat it, but often failed. He had been lucky so far. His nose and feet had led him to a deer carcass with scraps of meat still on it. When he was done, not a single strip of meat was left.

Besides that, Minion slept and walked. Currently, he was in a forest. His mind was occupied with not walking into trees as he trekked south. Occasionally, unwelcome reminders of the pain in his foot and on his cheek would surface, but they would be quickly suppressed.