[[-Thinks of epic plot twist to kick up the RP again.- o3o]]
The sun slowly began to sink below the horizon over the calm ocean, casting its long reddish glows over the temporary camp. Flak sat perched atop one of the caves, wolfish ears perked forward on his head as he watched the sunset. Running his tongue over his nose, he rose to his four. After briefly shaking his dirty, black pelt, he swiftly leaped from the cave. "I'm going to do a quick patrol before the sun completely sets." He murmured aloud, to no one in particular. Though he knew he had already sent out a patrol not long ago, he mostly just wanted to have some time to himself. Picking his paws up high, he trudged up the hill and out of the dip onto flat land. Pausing at the edge of the cliff, he glanced down at the shoreline with a subtle sigh before turning and heading towards the old war-torn city.
Under the long sunset shadows the ruined buildings cast on the crumbled street, Flak padded slowly along the sidewalk as he used to do before finding the pack. Head down, he glanced around at the streets that he once called home. Suddenly, an odd- but vaguely familiar scent flicked his nostrils. Scrunching his muzzle, the mutt halted and straightened up, raising his head to sniff the air again. It smelled of rubber- with the faint twist of human mixed into it. Many two-legged figures silhouetted up ahead caught his attention. Squinting, he perked his ears upon realizing that they were in fact humans- and they didn't smell mutated. Tail wagging a bit, he took a few cautious steps forward, rather relieved to see them, until he could see the details of them. Each one of the humans were covered head to toe in a white rubbery suit, and their faces completely concealed behind a large gasmask. In their hands, some held catch poles, some held long flat sticks- perhaps radiation meters, and the rest held firearms. Flak flattened his ears at the shocking sight and took a step back, unable to tear his gaze from them. One of the humans noticed him, and pointed after saying some muffled words to his comrades. Two men, one with a catch pole, and one with a rifle, started forward. Hackles bristling, Flak let out a threatening growl before turning tail and sprinting off back in the direction of the camp, overwhelmingly confused of what the humans were here for, and why they were after him- and by the looks of their equipment, any other surviving domesticated animal.
