Silver Creek through the streets and column cracks

Well, that answered that. But it didn't make much sense to the dog. To her, this whole space was like an endless park. Somewhere she might have hiked with her man if she had one, but certainly not a home. A home was warm. There were soft places. The food was plentiful. This place was so far from being a home in Blackheart's mind that she found the other dog's answer suspect; however, she wasn't about to question the stranger.

He smelled of the forest. She reached with her snout to gather his scents and even drew towards him with an eager little step, but drew back a moment later, feeling awkward. She couldn't hide the mixture of emotions which played across her face.

Do you know where to find food? She finally asked, tilting her head in the manner of a lost puppy - watching him.