The muscular black male dog padded through the snow, leaving paw-prints behind him. His fur rippled in the cold breeze, sending shivers down his spine, making him shake. He quickly shook himself and padded faster.
He would need to find some kind of prey to eat. He was tired of eating trash. Prey was short this winter, so he had padded a little away from the city. So far he hadn't found a morsel of food. Maybe if I come back in a little bit, when it is warmer, some kind of prey will be out. he thought, sighing of disappointment. The last thing he had eaten was a half-eaten Subway sandwich, and that was two days ago. He padded back towards the city, muttering things to himself. Life has just gotten a lot harder. he thought darkly.
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Pack Dogs: The Streets
FantasyCreamy, a young dog lives a normal life with her humans, an elderly lady, until one day she finds her in a state she never expected to see her in. Her life really switched around after that...
