The night was young and the legs of the in-season Aussie itched to stretch out. After trying countless times to wake her owner up to go for a walk with no avail she had made up her mind on a whim to get out on her own. But how? The door was locked and they were up on the 4th story. Well, suppose that's why the gods invented fire escapes. After slipping out the slightly opened window in the kitchen to the fire escape, Kiana quietly snuck down the very loud rusted metal stairs and made the final leap to her freedom for the night.
Her nose automatically went into the air. There was something special about this time of night, every scent was unique and so much sweeter than it was in the sticky daytime.
But, now what?
