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

The dog looked on with disappointment. He tilted his head curiously. "What? Did you think that food would just be out there? Humans don't exist out here, they can't just hand out food when you want it." He wondered if the dog would let the others know that they weren't going to just find food out in the open or in stores.

"Depends on the pack. Most are deep inside their territories, and increase the chance of you getting killed. Some are on the borders." He stared the desperate dog down, unfazed by the anguish in his eyes. The plump hybrid was no stranger to such a look, though he had never truly experienced such misery himself. He only shrugged, flashing a devil-may-care smile at the starving inu. "Name's Audrey III. What's yours, tough guy?"