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The light fawn pelt moved slowly with every step. Her fur was short, and she enjoyed the warmth that came with spring. She walked on stilt-like legs, long and slender. These were her life lines. With her legs she could get away from almost anything, without them she would be a sitting duck. Her claws clicked softly, catching on the gaps in the concrete here, trying to urge her to go faster, to run. Her head was low, dark eyes ever watching, silky ears pricked to catch every sound that bounced off the dark walls. Her long-furred tail matched the curve of her hind legs, the silky fur swaying with every step. Her torso was tighter than it should have been, were she still with those God-forsaken humans. Her ribs stood out more than they should have, and every time she took a breath, they became even more visible.
She walked slowly, cautiously. She had heard rumors that Death Stalkers resided here, but she was brave and stubborn. Possibly more of the latter. She was searching for something, and she knew what to look for, she just hadn't found it yet. And it wasn't like she could go around asking random dogs, that was way too dangerous. She always relied on her speed to get her out of situations she didn't want to be in, but she wondered how long it would be before her luck ran out in that subject. It wasn't like she could keep running forever. Eventually she wouldn't be able to outrun a dog, and she would be forced to fight. Oh, she hoped that day didn't come during the time of Raven.
She watched and listened, hoping that she wouldn't meet a Death Stalker. But that was all too likely. Her nose would most likely be the first to alert her to another dog, and from there she could make up her mind whether or not to run. Of course, she wasn't afraid of having to fight, she just preferred to not get hurt. If she got injured, her blood would inveitably leave a trail, and she would be easier to track. It was quite simple, really.
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