Claws and Talons

The mother to be was scouting along the coast, were she noticed more of the dogs with bladder problems had set up. She felt sorry for them, leaving trails of urine everywhere they went. They seemed doomed to wander along these trails leaving even more pee on the already smelly lines.

The carcass of a blob of fat on the beach caught her attention, and she set to work eating it up before the larger predators came.

this looked lonely (:

The carcass set upon the beach had caught the attention of one of the dogs that didn't have a bladder problem. Roadkill noticed the kill upon the beach, and without a second thought she trotted towards it. There was a colourful bird sat there, which reminded Roadkill a little of an equally colourful bird that one of her Owners had had once. The one good one. Shame she hadn't been able to enjoy him a bit longer.

"Shaun! Oy, Shaun!" Roadkill shouted as she approached the carcass. Only when she reached the bird and the carcass did she realise that she had mistaken the colourful bird for that of the forest-Owner. Roadkill halted when she reached the carcass and stared out ahead — she had to look comical, scarred, one-eared and one-eyed as she was — when she realised the strange and silly mistake she had made. Was she losing it?

Thanks!

Fallko looked up as the scarred thing approached, swallowing a final blob of flesh/fat. She swiveled her head to the side as the not-wolf called her Shaun, and gave a low, confused whistle. "I'm not Shaun, doggie" Suddenly the name had come to her, the name for these creatures descended of the wolves. From what she understood, they were half as dangerous, as well.

The bird said that its name was not Shaun, and Roadkill's head drooped in disappointment when, upon closer inspection, she realised that the bird was right. It wasn't Shaun. Just some bird. " 'Pologies," the beagle said, for while she had been trained to fight, she was still a Brit. "Mind if Oi share with you, mate?" Without waiting for a reply, Roadkill dug her face into the fatty carcass. She'd grown used to eating the food of the sea as of late, since she had spent some time at the shoreline. Roadkill was glad to have found some food today, for she was fast becoming more and more emaciated and hungry.