>>pounces at the human woman who fed me a couple months ago, recognizing her scent, trying to lick her face off<< Rylan Davis

>>races over to the corner of the living room, picking up my favorite chew toy and gnawing on it, making it squeak<<

>>I growl at the front door wondering where Nicholas is, he doesn't usually forget my supper. Somewhere, somehow, the days (cont.)

(cont.) And then weeks since he had taken me in had turned in to months and I'd slowly grown from a tiny pup to an adult. I'd (cont.)

(cont.) come to terms with never leaving this home, making it my own with the strange creature-man I still didn't quite fully trust (cont.)

(cont.) but recognized on some deep seated level as being an alpha, being my alpha. One I understood would care for me and feed me (cont.)

(cont.) but wasn't here tonight to provide me my evening meal. I growl again in frustration before turning towards the kitchen, (cont.)

(cont.) eyeing the bag of dog food on top of the kitchen counter. The last time I'd tried to get it down on my own it had ended up (cont.)

(cont.) falling on top of me. Of course I'd been a puppy then. I make my way into the kitchen and stand up on my hind legs, swiping (cont.)

(cont.) at the bag with one of my front paws and it falls forward and off of the counter, bursting open when it hits the ground, (cont.)

(cont.) I happily chow down.<<

(cont.) had left on his loud two wheeled machine<<

>>Wolfs loudly at the creature man's talking, wanting my evening meal<< Nicholas

>>I howl unhappily as Nicholas takes off. After the last four months together I had gotten used to the creature man's (cont.)

(cont.) and had sort of started to expect that he wasn't going to leave me locked up any more. When we'd been in the cold land, he'd (cont.)

(cont.) taken me with him when he'd shifted. We'd hunted the deers, boars, and sheep together. I'd thought it would continue now, (cont.)

(cont.) but he once again left me behind as if I was nothing more than a toy. I howled again hoping to get him to come back<<