A friendly foe [Ismere]

Fleshy paws thumped against wet pavement that followed a blurred motion
that flew around the corner of an old building long since abandoned; one
built by humans before the disease wiped them out. Ivory nails clicked
against the concrete as a dog, a coat rich in red, raced down the
cracked sidewalk. A tongue, light pink, hung from an open maw of pearly
whites yet to be stained by age. A pink nose flared, steam could briefly
be seen rising from the nostrils in the cool, damp air before being
whisked away in the breeze. A bark that echoed down the streets, clear
in excitement, was met with the squeal of a small, frightened rodent.
Concrete turned to overgrown grass as a young male hound chased the
poor, brown hare through the abandoned backyards. Long legs leaped over
bits of rubble as it gained distance on the hare. A final turn, one last
jump and sharp claws and teeth pounced upon the frail animal. Nothing
more than a high-pitched squeal followed before the life of the hare was
ended.

Standing above the hare; a young, male, Ibizan hound
smiled down at his catch, his deep chest heaving lightly as he attempted
to catch his breath. His tongue lolled out from the side of his mouth
in a more childish manner than what an older dog would do. Seth, a
young, rambunctious hound, had finally caught his breakfast. Perhaps it
had just been pure luck that he had caught the hare on such a wet day.
Rain made all the smells a bit on the musky side, mixing smells and
making it difficult to pick out just one distinct scent. Seth viewed it
more as skill, though it was nothing to brag about. As the young male
finally caught his breath, he laid upon the damp grass to dig in to his
well deserved meal. It would most likely be the only one he'd have for
the rest of the day. It was a plump one, and Seth savored every bite.
His bat-like ears were perked forward, listening for any sounds, any
little noise that could signal the presence of an intruder looking to
steal his meal. His nose, though powerful, was currently caught up in
the heavy smell of meat and fur; useless at the moment for picking up
the scent of other dogs or cats.

He was closer to the cemetery
than he normally liked to be, as it was Tempest pack territory and Seth
would prefer to not run into them again. They had already beating him up
quite good awhile back and he had no intention of letting it happen
again. He'd have to eat quickly if he wanted to avoid a patrol or any
scavenger who was looking for an easy meal. His ears perked at the sound
of ruffling feathers to see a crow, perched not too far away upon the
yellowing, leaved branch of a maple tree. No doubt the bird was looking
to pick clean the bones that Seth left behind. He returned his gaze back
down to the hare to finish up what he could, making sure to pick clean
as much as he could.