Blackfoot Forest City nights

@Junkyard Dog

As the Saluki mix's hunger grew, and her lack of success in finding anything edible persisted, she was beginning to second guess her idea that this place was any better than the lab. It was the desperation of hunger that made her even consider wishing she were back there, she knew, but she wasn't a dog that was fond of the idea of starving to death.

A grimace upon her ugly muzzle, the bony figure entered Blackfoot forest alone, hoping the trees would hold something. Instinct said the chances were higher, and she followed their whispers. She had split from the main group, her desire to stay destroyed when Dog Meat had sent up the call for aid in battle. Immediately paranoia had kicked in, and convinced that it was a rise to eliminate competition by drawing her into the grasp of one of the wild creatures she had scented so prevalently, she refused. Even if it wasn't a trap, she had no desire to risk her neck by jumping into some other dog's fray.

It was coming to the point, though, where she would need to risk scavenging. If these larger, wild cousins of theirs had better luck hunting, then perhaps food could be found near them. If she was smart about it, maybe she could skim some and leave with none the wiser.