The silvery/off-white paws squished into the soft murky ground where that white stuff, later to have been identified as snow, had melted and turned the dirt into mush. The dark pup with odd characters (in the same color and her muzzle, paws, and tail) on her side whimpered in discomfort.
Looking around the tall trees incasing her in this soft damnation of a world, this pup was absolutly, positively, one-hundred percent lost. "I should have just stayed in that abondoned dark hole until things weren't so, so, so, eh." The pup's voice was soft, aggrivated, and starting to show how much this wandering was breaking her confidence.
Though she wouldn't prove that to anyone. Alina's stomach growled and with a roll of her eyes, "I guess the meal earlier wasn't enough. What else can I scavange now?" Stopping her black nose began twitching to see about catching any scents nearby.
