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The dog was annoyed by the bright sun shining into her 'den', as she liked to call it. It was really an old mattress that Wren frequented. It was propped up to protect her from the harsher elements, but it was so worn the sun began to show through the top. The mattress was thinly veiled with fabric, so the light speckled across her den and on her white coat. Wren opened an eye and groaned. It was a late night for the border collie, so at midday she decided to curl up and nap for a bit. However, the sun had other ideas.
Regrettably, Wren left her den. She stretched all the way down to her toes and then peered around the junk yard. Anthos was undoubtedly awake. The co-leader rose with the sun and also fell with it, he was predictable that way. She thought of the dog she called her brother, though they were far from that. Anthos is a bernese and she a border collie, two dog breeds who aren't typically strays. In her years she's seen mainly mixes. Her situation was not the average story of being born on the streets.
Anthos must be dying in this heat. Wren thought as she loped around, panting. The sun was beating down on her, the heat spreading from her coat to her weary legs.
Wren dropped her black nose from the sky, lips parted as she in took the polluted air of the junkyard. She could almost taste a breeze coming from the east. And with it, the scent of prey.
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Brown eyes stared ruefully through the gaps of a bush, a fierce, predatory glimmer sparking off of the liquid orbs. Though the world was otherwise peaceful, the birds chirping and typical city sounds,
the air was heavy with tension, like a cord stretched taut. Cautiously, a rat reared it's head out of an old bin. The fae rounded up into her arched hunter's crouch and struck, attacking the prey at a startling speed.
It wasn't bad for a former house pet, she had to admit. Usually she'd just rummage through barrels for some morsels of food, but she hadn't gone for live prey and awhile and didn't want that part of her to atrophy. Wren settled in a shady spot, hoping the small meal would soothe her hunger pains.
Regrettably, Wren left her den. She stretched all the way down to her toes and then peered around the junk yard. Anthos was undoubtedly awake. The co-leader rose with the sun and also fell with it, he was predictable that way. She thought of the dog she called her brother, though they were far from that. Anthos is a bernese and she a border collie, two dog breeds who aren't typically strays. In her years she's seen mainly mixes. Her situation was not the average story of being born on the streets.
Anthos must be dying in this heat. Wren thought as she loped around, panting. The sun was beating down on her, the heat spreading from her coat to her weary legs.
Wren dropped her black nose from the sky, lips parted as she in took the polluted air of the junkyard. She could almost taste a breeze coming from the east. And with it, the scent of prey.
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Brown eyes stared ruefully through the gaps of a bush, a fierce, predatory glimmer sparking off of the liquid orbs. Though the world was otherwise peaceful, the birds chirping and typical city sounds,
the air was heavy with tension, like a cord stretched taut. Cautiously, a rat reared it's head out of an old bin. The fae rounded up into her arched hunter's crouch and struck, attacking the prey at a startling speed.
It wasn't bad for a former house pet, she had to admit. Usually she'd just rummage through barrels for some morsels of food, but she hadn't gone for live prey and awhile and didn't want that part of her to atrophy. Wren settled in a shady spot, hoping the small meal would soothe her hunger pains.
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Anthos panted heavily as the sun's rays beat down harshly on his back. His fur was extremely dense, and it didn't help the color black attracted heat. The bernese mountain dog was not built for this weather, and it showed. The only thing that kept him moving was the gentle breeze that swished around the old junk yard he called home.
The co-leader knew he could not just sit around all day, so he hopped out of an old car he often slept in. The windows were shattered and there was a shade behind the windshield so it didn't get as hot as other cars. Anthos took in a long breath, and with it the typical scents of the junkyard. Metal, oil, and dog. His group here was a large pack of strays that took care of each other. He'd never seen anything like it, and was glad when two years ago he decided to join.
There was no fresh scent of human or other creature so he relaxed slightly and loped into the area surrounding the junkyard. There was a shady brook that ran through the woods Anthos typically went for a drink. He dipped his head and lapped up the water. He almost sighed with relief as it soothed his throat. Small rivulets of water dripped on his white chest and he decided to cool off a bit more by splashing around, all while keeping a sharp ear on his surroundings.
Anthos wasn't a fan of being snuck up on. He was an aloof, quieter dog who preferred to keep to himself and speak only when spoken to. It came from a year of solitude. He used to be a typical berner, easygoing and almost overly friendly. He hardened as a stray and wonders if he'll ever get that side of him back again.
The co-leader knew he could not just sit around all day, so he hopped out of an old car he often slept in. The windows were shattered and there was a shade behind the windshield so it didn't get as hot as other cars. Anthos took in a long breath, and with it the typical scents of the junkyard. Metal, oil, and dog. His group here was a large pack of strays that took care of each other. He'd never seen anything like it, and was glad when two years ago he decided to join.
There was no fresh scent of human or other creature so he relaxed slightly and loped into the area surrounding the junkyard. There was a shady brook that ran through the woods Anthos typically went for a drink. He dipped his head and lapped up the water. He almost sighed with relief as it soothed his throat. Small rivulets of water dripped on his white chest and he decided to cool off a bit more by splashing around, all while keeping a sharp ear on his surroundings.
Anthos wasn't a fan of being snuck up on. He was an aloof, quieter dog who preferred to keep to himself and speak only when spoken to. It came from a year of solitude. He used to be a typical berner, easygoing and almost overly friendly. He hardened as a stray and wonders if he'll ever get that side of him back again.
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