The last few days had been relatively uneventful no fights, no chasing down children, so much so that a calm life here was beginning to look less and less like the better option. Tail twitching she made her way through the halls of the pound, hands in the pockets of her pants, looking for one of her housemates rooms... Amaya had mentioned she had a punching bag. That's what she needed, keep her senses sharp, her muscles strong and limber. The only problem was, other than reconnaissance late at night, and the occasional trip for meals, she had avoided most every one, and therefore knew nothing about where anyone stayed.
