Westbound And Down

The taller male looked down at the smaller girl, his nose wrinkling as he tried to ignore the smell of tar and rotting things that he was sure littered the area. His brows furrowed when she looked up at him and the rabbit with a pout and a whine. Food? She was trying to eat that??? Well, he supposed he couldn't blame her. If he were her, and if he was really hungry, he knew he would have tried to eat it too. Assuming of course, if he was really that desperate. And she seemed like she was. But it was odd...he wondered why a kid was out here alone. He couldn't quite pick out the pack smell on her with the overpowering smell of tar and other nasty crap, so he frowned as a sort of response.

Looking around, he didn't see any other wolves nearby or anything. So he assumed she was alone. "Well, under normal circumstances it could have been food...but it's rotten, and caught up in that sticky black stuff. Definitely won't taste very good, and you could have gotten sick from it. Didn't your parents teach you anything?" At this point, he got genuinely curious. Someone had to be taking care of her, especially since she didn't look like she was starving. Well, not visibly anyway.


"ROAR"