Light pads gently touched the ground, propelling the animal forward while kicking up a cloud of dust along the paths of the village. In his mouth hung a plump and broken pigeon while feathers protruded from the creature's muzzle. Trotting forward, the animal looked for a pleasant place to settle down to enjoy his meal which he rightfully deserved, having caught it on his own. Though pure bred, the dog was a loner, a stray from birth and he wouldn't have it any other way. It disgusted him to peer at his collared and caged brethren that the humans kept as pitiful pets. Even though they would argue the life of a domesticated animal was easier then that of a stray and had many benefits to offer, this particular dog had no longing to be titled as "owned". Keeping his freedom was exactly what he planned on doing.

Exiting the village and positioning himself beneath frosted old oak the dog hollowed out the snow making a perfectly nice place to lay and enjoy his meal and tarring into the flesh he plucked away feathers to get to the meat. ''Humans, who needs them," he spoke gruffly, spiting out a few feathers as he spoke to himself and shook his head to rid his furry visage of their sticky annoyance.