Notre Dame emerged from a heavily forested area to find his feet hitting something slightly more solid. Upon glancing downward, he found an unknown grayish substance, unlike anything he'd ever seen before, at least that he could remember. He and Ana Cate had spent almost all of their time in the most rural places of North America, where she felt they were safer from the dogs who hunted them. Very rarely had they ventured into cities, and when they had it had been Ana alone, having hidden Notre Dame somewhere safe before hurrying into the city for supplies. Now, he acknowledged that he had in fact entered one of these forbidden places, but without his mother he felt no need to turn back.
Notre progressed further into the city, noting the crumbling buildings that the hairless monkeys had once inhabited, if he could remember his mother's words correctly. Scooting along and keeping to the shadows, the wolfdog kept his icy eyes peeled for any sign of life. Upon entering these lands, a wave of scents had hit him--mostly of wolves. Whether that was comforting or not, he wasn't quite sure. For now, he continued his march, unsure of where it led him.