Blackfoot Forest City nights

When the other followed, stating that she would come, her initial reaction was to refuse. She had no desire to remain with the group any longer, the protection of numbers having been deemed not worth the danger of trust and the requirement of shared resources. She was a dog who trusted none, not even the pack, for letting down her guard would invite advantage to be taken of her. It was a lesson begun in her youth and one the tests done on her has only cemented further. Now she could not even always trust the whispers of her own mind.

Yet Junkyard Dog was only one, and a capable one. The Saluki found she did not have the energy to argue either, and in her fickle mind elected to say nothing instead, opinion shifting as easily as a breeze.

"I hope to hunt." She had not a lot of faith, but to survive she must eat, and so she had little choice. "I do not know how it will go." The scents here were strange, overpowering, and made it next to impossible to seek out anything in particular. Used to the sanitary, still air of the lab and the stifled emptiness that accompanied, she did not know that she would ever readjust. As a sighthound, though, scent was not a sense she relied on much. Perhaps something could be scared up if they only were lucky enough to cross paths.