Balto

The Wolf / Husky mix slowly sniffed his way through the back of the store, stopping just to look around. His nose picked the good scent of food, and the smell led to a large trashcan. He puched it with his nose and sniffed through it. He pushed his muzzle in the garbage and lifted out a peice of food. He got his teeth positioned on it and carried it away. He stopped and laid down in the back corner, surrounded by buildings and trash. He slowly ate.

Frantic

She skid around the corner and began to growl at the wolf dog. Scared by the three that was chasing her. Hoping this one wasn't allies with the brutes. Get away She jumped ontop of a trash can and turned, hackles rose and her eyes seemed to peirce the air.

Balto

Balto was to caught up in eating, and so the foxs' words were ignored completely. He looked up though, but happened to not see the small animal. Having had his share, he silently padded away, exiting under the broken peice of fence. He left a small scrap of meat behind. He would head off to the ranch or someplace, he wanted to discover new things, food for the soul. He had heard that a dog had died there... Someone he might have met on his first visit. He really didn't know the animals, but was going there to seek the new.