Feral Heart

Username/Forum Username: Beasty
Type of drawing: Any, I just need a signature
Brief Description of your character(s): A lynx, green eyes, everything else is like the pic.
Gender of your character(s): Male
Background(?): Black ang shadowy
Derpy or realistic: Realistic
Other: I'd like him in a pose, kind of hunting with a paw raised.
If you can't do it then it's alright.

"Nice to meet you, Akiyza." He slowly replied, trying to pronounce the name right. He wagged his tail, glad that the pit bill seemed friendly. She seemed to be a 'city dog' . As some dog called them in the south, but she could do as a friend. "How long have you been out here?" He asked as he peered around, he wasn't sure that any dog could survive for long in the cramped city.

    The males body stopped heaving as he camed down. He say up, and the scent of a female dog wiffed by him. He started to growl, but he was to weak. "Hello there!" he called out, not yet seeing the female.

   

     After a few minutes of thinking, Junior padded out from under the undergrowth. Instantly, a female slowly walked towards him, her hand out and open. Junior smelt he hand, although it was raining, he hand smelt sweet, different than the ones back in the country. The female knelt down, the plastic shelter still hung in the air, she whispered something in his ear, and although he couldn't understand it, he knew that it was friendly and comforting. But the female suddenly stood up and jogged off. Junior sat on his rear end, water droplets fell from his drooping ears. He sighed and padded down the trail, not knowing wheeee it would take him.

     Juniors ears perked as he heard a howl. He couldn't quite judge how far off it was. At the same moment, a rain drop speckled across his brown face. He huffed as he hurried over to the trash can that he'd stem out of. He tipped the rest of the trash out and drug it into a thick undergrowth not far from the  trail. He found a nice spot where only a limited amount of rain would seek through. He scurried into the can, although it only covered half of his slim body, it was better than nothing. The first few days of being a stray was disappointing, but it was better than the apartment that he use to live in with his owner. He peered through the undergrowth and watched the humans run by, many had a type of mobile shelter that they carried around with one hand, it stay above their heads, blocking the rain.