Muscles rippled under her sleek, white and dark red pelt as a female husky quietly slipped behind a tall building. She eyed a human as it exited the building through a door, tossed some garbage into the trash outside, before disappearing again inside the large structure. Good. It hadn't noticed her. Lupe cautiously stole forward towards the garbage can, head lowered. She surveyed the area, aware that anyone--or anything--could be watching. She didn't want to be thrown in the pound. After concluding that nothing was there, she reared onto her powerful hind legs and used her forepaws to smash into the can. It toppled over with a loud crash and the sound echoed for a short moment. Trash came spilling out. She rifled through it, digging with her paws and using her long, narrow muzzle to shove things aside. Finally, after rummaging through old rappers and rotting fruits, she found she found some remains of a T-bone steak. She clamped it firmly in her jaws and backed out of the garbage can, glanced both ways, then trotted out until she came across a dark alleyway; she had settled here. Almost no living thing came in here, making it her favorite spot. Lupe padded in and curled up in a large cardboard box she had found and dragged over here. She usually only used it for poor shelter against harsh whether, which the walls of the alley also provided, but then she had found an old, torn blanket and decided to make a bed out of it inside the box. She began ate what was left of the steak, then began to gnaw on the bone.
A quiet whine escaped Clay's mouth. After being on his own, he had developed quite a frail frame. Nearly all his ribs could be counted, his fur was dull and dirty, and he winced at even the slightest noise. It was hard to avoid cringing, will all the cars racing by and the honking. Dogs barked at him and humans shooed him. When a couple of stray cats began hissing and spitting in an alley, Claymore jumped with a yelp and whirled around, eyes wide, heart thudding in his chest, and fur standing on end. Oh great. Scared half to death by two scraggly felines. Some dog he was. Sighing, he carried on. He didn't have anywhere to go, nothing to do. He just drifted around, until he found some considerably quiet place to rest. Aside from finding food and water, that is.
(Er, be right back, I have to do something real quick.)