It's a-me! James-i-o!
She only very rarely came across other canines when she visited Halifax, so she wasn't prepared for this sudden encounter. Wretch knew the city to be full of immense steel fortresses, lined with streets that stretched for miles in every direction. There was so much space and so few prey animals that very few canines were able to make it a home. Only those used to hunting creatures like rats and pigeons, two species which dominated this sector of the urban jungle. She had spotted canines from a distance in the past and had managed to avoid them, but never actually had a face to face encounter to anyone in the city.
It would appear that her rat had gotten away from her, sneaking out from behind the bag and running off into a nearby gutter as she searched through the muck, and she growled beneath her breath. As if echoing her own feelings, her ears caught another nearby rumble. She discounted it for a moment as she made one last sweep of the can until she realized the the canine was nearer to her than she had expected - quite close, in fact. She had never seen a dog mix like this one before and backed away from her trash can, abandoning it willingly so that she did not have to turn her back to the stranger.
They appeared quite angry, which was something that she didn't understand. In Ichika and Dahlia, all canines had been friendly outgoing to her knowledge. It had only been when she had ventured outside of the territory that she had gotten attacked. Perhaps Dahlia was the only place that canines worked together and helped one another. Her heart beat uncomfortably fast in her chest, adrenaline and fear filling her as she stared back at the other. She had managed to get the upper hand on the last canine that had attacked her, but she'd lost two confrontations before that.
Did this canine own this sector of the city? She didn't understand how her actions could have angered the other canine, and possibilities flew quickly through her mind. "W-what's it ttt-to you?" She managed to get out. She had her knife, but was only trained in very basic techniques. She wanted to run, but the fear that the other canine might be faster than her kept her rooted to her spot. "You..live here?"
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