Fellow Canine (Open)

A doberman padded through the city, her heavy paws hitting the pavement. It was normal to her, feeling rock under her paws rather than grass or dirt. The pads of her under-paw had become rough and hard because of the environment she lived in. Living in the city was hard as not many large prey wandered in and the cold winters become only colder. The forest was warmer, but not by much. Still, Diesel didn't see many wolves wander into the city during this time of year.

Diesel slowed when she noticed a group of agitated crows. Not that it wasn't unusual to see a group of birds get excited. Either there was a predator that had gotten too close for comfort or something had died. The doberman stopped before she stared at the area, watching closely. Finally, the she-dog made her decision. Diesel let out a loud, deep bark as she charged at the birds. The crows squawked at her intrusion, becoming more panicked as she actually caught a crow, crushing it to death in her jaws. The dog immediately dropped it, however. The taste was absolutely disgusting. She grimaced and licked her muzzle. Getting rid of the taste was going to take some time.

The crows kept attacking, however and Diesel yelped, barking at the flying rats. Eventually, she was pushed into the wooden structure for shelter from the crazy birds. However, what she found was something the doberman never thought she would ever see.

"Well hello there." Diesel called to the injured wolf. "What's someone like you doing in a place like this?"

Diesel blinked, watching Mystic curiously. He was a strange one, a wolf who wants company but left wolf territory to go into hostile dog territory? Sounded like an adventurer. And by the looks of it, he was a pretty terrible adventurer. Diesel sat down and scratched at her scarred neck.

"Heck of a place to go to when you're feeling lonely." Diesel chuckled a little, "I dunno why I have short fur, my mother and father both had short fur so I guess that's why." she explained. The doberman slowly laid down. The wolf didn't seem too threatening. "But not all dogs have short fur, some dogs even look like wolves." Diesel added before rolling to her side. The doberman was rather confident in the company of this particular wolf.

"I'm okay, I've been through worse than a few pecks.... what about you Mr. Lonesome?" Diesel asked. "The name's Diesel by the way."