Introduction
Forms huddled under filthy vermin ridden blankets, faces peering out and quickly hidden again. The odor of unwashed bodies, burning narcotics and the pervading scent
of fear almost made the conflicting aroma of partially cooked animal flesh alluring, and not for the first time her stomach rumbled warningly. Still, there was no time to
spare on the thought of nourishment, besides she had no interest in consuming a recently captured rodent. Treading softly among the masses, trying to emulate the jerky
movements of an addict searching for the next hit, it would not do to have anyone peer to closely. After having so dramatically escaped from the compound attracting
attention would not do at all. As she approached a small-unoccupied space containing a makeshift shelter and blankets she slowed and prepared to meet the guardian.
Normally such items would have been confiscated by the others, however when drawing close a deep throated growl rumbled from within. As she continued to move
closer the threatening tonal quality, but not the volume, increases. Any attack would be quiet, not that anyone near by would aid the victim. Kneeling in front of the edifice,
"shsss, it's me", waiting for him to confirm her scent.
A small tradition begun based on initial distrust, but a strong desire to survive. He padded out, his large body,
muscled but not entirely healthy, but at least clean and free of sores. He stared at her with his too intelligent eyes, waiting for the next move.
Staring back, "It's time to go". Woofing, the beast that was so much more bounded off on his task as she gathered what they would need.