Tara walked slowly through the large sewers. With her ears perked, and her senses on alert. "I hope that what I've been hearing is true.." She thought to herself, as she walked onward. As she walked further and further into the sewers the strong scent of dogs hit her nostrils. "Maybe it was true." She whispered, still walking. She was hoping to find Risk's Pack. Well thats what some told her the name of the pack was. Anyways thats what she was searching for, the pack who was fighting against the virus raided dogs. She then came to a stop, when the scent was beyond strong. "I wonder how this works?" She said, sitting there.
The masculine canine lurked throughout the putrid sewers, crinkling his muzzle as his adenoids inhaled the depraved odor. He observed this canid with cautious, obscured in the billowing shadows. "Greetingss." He scowled, his tassle fluctuating to and fro, tranquilly. "New here?" He mumbled serenely. "