Polly hated this place.
It stunk to high haven and back. She hated the stinging sensation that the mixture of dirty, sewage water and typical human waste brought to her nose. It made for a smell that one could never even truly get use to. From the moment that she had been forced here, she wished for nothing more than fresh air. The stench wasn't the only problem with this place, however.
Not all the dogs here could be considered friendly. She steered clear of Azriel and his pack of dogs as much as possible. Harley was a terryifying killer. Mona was as crazy as the leader himself. Will and Bill weren't neccesarily the worst, but they were as scared of punishment as anyone else and as such wouldn't hesistate to carry out a command. Scoomp had it out for her, she didn't know what she had done, but for some reason he was especially aggressive when it came to her. Then there was Azriel, the nut job himself. She would never be able to fathom his intentions of 'unity'. The word made her scoff, especially when she thought of it coming from his mouth.
She licked the underside of her paw. There was broken glass all over the place. A piece had cut her right in the place that she had been marked. The skin there hadn't even fully healed from being pireced for marking. Marking done by Bentley. She liked the gray bulldog, could tell that he hated hurting others. He probably only did the job, because he couldn't trust anyone else to be gentle in the process. Him, Boomer, Deedro, Pepper and Sunny were some of the few exceptions when it came down to a matter of trust. As much as she would've liked to say the same for Stella, she couldn't. The gray dog seemed distant from everyone else, as if she would rather actually be apart of Azriel's posse, than try and find a way out. Her mood was always a foul one.
A small yipping came from her left. One of her puppies, the chocolate one that looked just like herself. She couldn't leave, not while they needed a mother. Without her they would go hungry. No one else had the means to look after them. Still, she didn't want them to grow up here. To form part of Azriel's vision. One day she would get them out, no matter what it took. She licked the puppy on it's head and placed it gently back into the overturned carriage where it had been born. The others yipped when they saw her and she turned away sadly. Each had a name which she would never speak, it hurt too much when she knew that anything could happen to them here.
She curled up next to the overturned carriage and fell asleep. Hungry, dirty and afraid- both for her and for her young ones.
