@god-of-vengence
As soon as Rowf wandered close farther into this dry land, but a single bone in his maw, he could feel something off. Much like how he could tell the young boy from back home was something to behold. He couldn’t smell humans here. Only...a horse? Once, he would feel relieved that there were no men to pester the poor things like they inevitably would, but being around men lately was...different...somehow.
And how could there be no men around if they’d changed so much around here?
His paw was starting to hurt after going all that way to find Snitter’s master. He was starting to feel hungry again. The mongrel remembered how painful it always was to live like this when he, Snitter, and the tod were all on their own. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that again.
