His eyes flew open as a barked ripped through the air; not far from them either. He looked down the alley as Cracker barked in reply, and the approaching figure started going off in a frenzy of barks. Eventually, the dog reached them, and looked to what seemed to be her friend as he crashed into Rocky. Rookie smiled in amusement, his tail twitching as the dog apologized. His gaze jumped back to Cracker as she replied, noting 'I believe you ran into us...' The male obviously picked up on Cracker's nervousness, by claiming he would not hurt them.
Rookie looked again at Flame, dipping his head slightly in greeting. "Hello..." he replied in greeting; even though Flame had not directly been talking to him. He always felt the need to introduce himself first, so he smiled and cocked his head before attempting to start a conversation. "I'm Rookie... And this is Killer," he noted, glancing over at the German Shepherd he had recently befriended.
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Killer didn't waste time in taking his pick of the hot dogs. He quickly nabbed one of the halves, and began to devour it hungrily; basically swallowing the hot dog whole. A few seconds later when he had finished, he looked up, licking his lips in happiness at the meager meal. He swore that was the best hot dog he'd tasted in a long time, and he regretted sharing it. He glanced around at all the dogs near him, eyeing them carefully, as if expecting them to say something.
Then a bark screamed through the air, and Killer whipped his head around to stare at the oncoming figure, his neck fur rising in surprise. The dog behind him barked in reply, and then the figure that was slowly making out to be another dog, starting setting off in a series of barks. Before the dog reached them, Killer whipped around again to a colliding sound, and Rocky and a new dog tumbling to the ground. Killer rolled his eyes. Killer allowed himself to relax as he figured these dogs not to be a threat, taking a seat while letting out a slight annoyed sigh.
He ignored the conversation floating through the air, and instead began to daydream of hot dogs. They were everywhere, falling from the sky! By the hundreds! No, MILLIONS! Enough for everyone; full stomachs for all! He quickly caught one falling from the sky, chewing hungrily at the delicious meal. He found himself licking his lips yet again, still daydreaming as the dogs continued to babble.
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Dakota had finished his quarter of a hot dog, and still found himself starved. He shook his fur as he heaved himself to a stand, and thought of his next location to find food. He decided the local park; the garbage cans were always full there! He bounded off, his paws clicking against the pavement as he dashed off for the park.
After only a minute or two, Dakota's paws slowed to a walk. Soft grass swished in the breeze that ruffled Dakotas' fur, sending him into relaxation. It was so peaceful at the park. No one was there to chase him off either, which only made everything better. He briskly padded to the first garbage can, hopping up onto two paws, his front paws hanging over the can's rim as he scanned the pile for food. There was not much there, just an old diaper and a few peanut shells; nothing that would help with the pain in his stomach. Moving on to the second, Dakota was luckier and found some leftovers from a recent picnic; fairly fresh and satisfying.
As Dakota approached the third can, he noticed a dog beneath the bench that the garbage sat next to. He paused, looking at the dog with his head cocked to the side. He shook his head, and headed for the dog; keeping his head low so that his eyes could stay glued to the dog. He eventually reached her, and tilted his head again in curiosity. "What are you doing down there? I'd think it'd be uncomfortable, isn't it?" he asked, sitting in the grass that had become silent with the dying breeze. There was nothing more than dirt and pebbles underneath the bench; making it not a desirable place to rest in Dakota's eyes. Still, maybe this dog didn't mind it, and found it quite enjoyable!
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Jasmine kept close to the brick wall, staring up wide eyed in shock as person by person passed her by. Where was Jordan!? She'd surely be back by now! Her owner had dropped her off nearby this building the night before, but she hadn't come back! What was she to do! Without her owner, how was Jasmine going to survive!? No food, not shelter; just the concrete and a never ending city. A whimper escaped her throat as no one paid more than a glance to her. Did they not see she was lost? Or worse, Jordan was lost!
She needed to search for her owner or a way back home, but her collar had snagged on a clip of metal jutting out from the wall. She was stuck, and there was nothing she could do but stare helplessly up at the people that didn't seem to give a darn about her or the next dog in line. She whined again, looking for some strand of hope that this was all a dream; that this wasn't happening. But it was, and it became more and more obvious as time passed by, and still no one had cared enough to at the least set her free.
She started to howl, a whining, distressed howl that would maybe draw some attention to her. Maybe there was a dog nearby, one that could help her! Little did she know, that there were nastier, bloodthirsty dogs on the street than she realized; and they could be coming her way now, all because she couldn't keep her whiney mouth shut!
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