Voices, Voices travelled through the dead city like light from the sun cascaded all around him. He had learnt many things in his first week of been in this city, though the thing that mattered to him the most at this specific moment in the ever so fading time was the pack idea. He had not wanted to join another at first because of what had happened to him before, but his first week had proved that what he wanted was not necessarily what he needed. His craving for any contact had been so needed that he had tried turning to the pigeons that, to his dismay, just flew away and cooed at him. They were stupid little things, his frustration that had grown to such a point that eventually he had just given in to the ancient instinct. He had listened to the other’s voices throughout the city; they spoke of four packs, he spent no time trying to learn the names for they were insignificant to his quest. He had worked to figure out what they were like, the temperament of the dogs within them, he worked to find out where they were and now finally he had come to a conclusion. The pack that he had chosen seemed to be relaxed enough and peaceful enough for him. It didn’t look like there was going to be any wars they would be waging soon… well what he had learned did not lead to that but street gossip was not the most reliable source to gain ones information. Dogs did not have Google so street gossip was all he had, even if he hadn’t participated in the actual conversations.

He could feel his heart thump against his chest as he neared where he was supposed to be. He had heard that there was some secret tunnel; he was hoping that it was identifiable enough that he could find it by scent when he neared where it was actually supposed to be. He stopped for a few seconds, he felt panicky, the alpha could kill him if it was wished and if the Alpha didn’t the rest of the pack could. He could fight them off though but having a whole pack on ones back doesn’t do much for strength…he would have to run.
As his hap hazardous line of thought continued the once cascading sunlight began it slow descent. Though the walls of the city began to make it go much faster, by the time he came out of his internal argument the sky was a dark purple. He closed his eyes for second gaining control of himself before reaching for his senses, what did they say? What was near?

He found the entrance and he entered before been frozen once again and then unfreezing himself. This time he put on a mask of surety, this would go well. His whole mind and body were praying and hoping for it. He stepped cautiously through the station, waiting and searching for the pack that he hoped was soon to be his. The only sounds besides his padded steps and breathing were the eeriness of the abandoned station and the wind.

Puppet: Tattoo
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