Rocky Road

The large canine came into the scene, jogging in a dominant way. His tail was up, though not stiff for there was no one to make submit, and his step confident. His last meal, stiff fresh on his fur, was now buried somewhere and covered so it was hidden from even the keenest canines. Now he had to think.

He had a battle to play, two actually. One against the pack that wished him dead and the humans. He needed a plan. Laying underneath a failing wall, he rested his head on top of his worn paws.

Rocky Road

It was too much for him just to lie there, waiting for the battle to come to him, he must meet it. It may be foolhardly, but he was desperate for some action. His upbringing did not allow him to live with so much quiet between his fights.
The large hybrid was up in flash, trotting off towards civilization.