Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

Replying to move this along, as it ties up so many people in one thread!

they were gone a long time according to satsu, who until now had been watched-over by eyes at all moments, and could think of little to do once she was alone.
yes, it was fine to lounge in the sunlight. to feel the sand between her toes, the rough, dry grass upon her belly as she lay and rolled, and otherwise disheveled herself, until the absence of tamar and arsenio felt oddly wrong.
as she stood and stretched with a curve of her back, a whisk of her tail against the earth as if to clear away the dust, she saw something large in the distance lunging among the pale dots of sheep; it looked too big to be a wolf.
in training her eyes upon the horizon she did eventually trace the shape of arsenio, being large and ruby-red beneath the glow of the sun, and saw that her people were hunting some ways apart from this hulking thing, and too far from her to call to them.
her tail stood high then, a bristling bottle-brush, and tension filled her every cell.