Stray City

[wolfgirl56]

Prologue

It was a dark, but loud night. Cars were driving over slick, wet black roads with strange yellow lines going down the middle of them. Lucky, an Irish Setter was standing near the road, waiting for the cars to stop driving down the street. He was trying to look for a scent he had picked up. To him, it smelled like food. He needed food ever since his owners had kicked him out of the house due to ripping up a pillow and practically tearing up one of the beds, since he had no other dogs to play with, and he was feeling excited and wanted to play. His owner was mad at him, he was kicked, and then swept out of the house with a broom.
When a car light was very far away from the road, Lucky knew that the car would only be closer in a few more minutes. He dashed quickly out into the road. He wasn't hurt or killed, thankfully. He was on the other side of the road. He then started sniffing the scent that he was looking for. "Where did that scent go, now?" Lucky asked himself.
     After running around, searching for the scent, he had finally found it. It was some knocked over trash. Lucky then ate a hot dog, that was recently thrown in the trash from about 3 hours ago or so. Meanwhile, a few feet away from Lucky, hiding and peering through a small mountain of four black trash bags were eyes. Their reflections appeared to be yellow, though these were no wolf eyes.

Chapter One

The fierce yellow eyes glared at Lucky. He was picking up the strange feeling of being watched, and lifted his head around every few minutes. When he was finished with his small midnight snack, he decided to go investigating for the stalker. The yellow eyes looked away from the Irish Setter, then disappeared. Lucky started looking for the eyes. He didn't get another glimpse of the eyes for a minute, but he did catch a scent, and he thought he had seen the shadow of the stalker. After chasing the stalker, Lucky could see a glimpse of the fur under a lamp post. The color was black, with what appeared to be a dark rusty color. "Maybe it's a Doberman." Lucky said to himself.
Though he knew that it was a stranger, he still followed the Doberman. It looked like the dog had been returning to something. An alley? Still curious, Lucky followed the Doberman.