Spirit stopped walking, and lay down. She wanted to stay here. This place had humans. Humans mean shelter, food, and best of all, water. She stuck to the shadows, and in the distance she saw some dogs and horses nearby. She starte to eat her meat. It was great! It was juicy, and chewy, and outright great! She quickly finished it and stalked back in. This time she was careful and quiet. The human had a person he was talking with, so she had better chance of not getting noticed. Hopefully. She grabbed another piece of meat. And another. And another, and her mouth was stuffed. The human turned and saw her. He screamed and swung his knife at her. It caught Spirit's leg and she winced in pain, not daring to lose her prize. She ran out but the human pursued her. She ran past her hiding spot and behind a building. Digging franticly, the human drew closer. Spirit now fit in her hole. She crawled in and she saw the human outside, clicking and whistling for her. How much of a fuzz head does he think I am?! Spirit dropped her meat and snarled and growled loudly. She head the human stop whistling and back away. She stepped out of her den, her head lowered and her ears back, her fangs gleaming in the light. The human swung his knife at her, then ran off. He missed, but he also got Spirit on the leg. It thankfully wasn't bleeding, just hurt. She crawled back in her new home and ate her meat.