The sable Border collie trotted into the Woodland Farm, wondering just where he was. His pelt shined with great health, despite the dullness of the sunlight from above.
His deep brown eyes searched the area around him, as he continued moving, lithe legs carrying him over to the porch. However, that's where he halted. He took a seat a few yards away from the steps, staring hard at the door. He was sent by a fellow Border to scout the area for humans. Maybe the dogs could find a trusty human to hang around. Well, at least Riley was thinking. At the moment, the dogs were actually enjoying their "free time." They happened to be living like strays now, though wild. All from different places, varying from the other.

With a light sigh, the handsome canine lowered down onto his belly, deciding to wait a moment to see if someone came by.