A large, timid blue dog made his slow way through the seemingly empty ally. He was lost in the city he called home... again. He did not have almost any kind of directional sense even on home ground. His ears pulled back as he shook the white from his mustard colored eyes.
"Where am I now?" he whined sitting back on his haunches. Though he was a kind dog, some of the street gangs did not take kindly to strangers. And he knew not where his boundaries lay.
"Maybe I should join a pack. Then I could have someone to tell me where I am instead of just...wandering!" he lamented taking a glance of his surroundings. His tongue rolled out of his maw, the scent of the salt he liked to lick from the bay drifting from his mouth. He lay on the stones to take a rest from his aimless drifting.
