|Bramble|

Bramble listened as the sound of barking caught her attention from the alley nearby. She stood up and trotted over, seeing two other dogs against a wolf was surprising for her, but when she found out the wolf had attacked the male dog for no reason, she was suddenly angry, but ti wasn't her business in it. Bramble snorted and sat down, her curly tail curling over her paws as she watched the 3 growl at each other, it looked like useless child's play to her.

| Matlock |

Matlock rose from the dumpster, eyeing the two canines up and down. "Beat it, kid." He grumbled, before digging back into his meal. Matlock was rarely bothered by other dogs, being an only pet and solo hunting partner, but was still wary of their presence. He waited, but didn't hear them leave, and so jumped down from the bin. He snarled in response to Drift, "Your dumpster? I don't think so, k-" but before he could finish his sentence, the canine had launched himself onto Matlock. The ridgeback snapped his jaws around the dog's limbs, tugging and barking violently. The tussle didn't last long, though, before both dogs were back to squaring each other up. Matlock raised his upper lip, and it quivered. "Get lost." He snarled, before he was interrupted by yet another dog arriving behind the chip shop.

Matlock gently flicked his back feet, grimacing at the snow that stuck between his toes. He looked between the three dogs, contemplating the worth of this dumpster. But for Matlock, this encounter was more about pride than hunger. He stiffened his back and growled. "This is my alley."

||Orion||

Orion could easily open the door to his little shed, it just swung open. However, the tricky part would be getting out of the metal chain which was connected to his collar. He wondered if anyone was around and began barking, hoping his master would come to the rescue. After minutes of waiting al, his hope began to diminish, his barks turning into pitiful whimpers. He tried frantically to get out of his collar, but it only dug into his skin. Each time he pulled harder and harder until eventually he felt it begin to slid off the back of his neck. This gave him new strength, but it was beginning to choke him. He let out a strangled yelp before he was finally free, flying backwards into the snow after being released. He stood up tall, proud of his victory against the chain snake which had kept him locked up for many days over the past years.

The victory was cut short as he began wandering around. Not only was his master missing, but the rest of his dog sled team were too. He decided to head downtown, perhaps he had taken the team to get some supplies for the winter... But why wouldn't he have taken him? His lead dog? He sighed as he began to trot down the path towards what they called a town.

||Orion||

Orion had paused to try to clean the blood from around his neck as it stung against the bitter cold wind. He sighed, not really being able to reach most of it. He had begun his journey again when he noticed any scent of human was very stale and old, meaning no humans had recently been around. Odd, he thought to himself. Humans normally travel here daily. Something was up. His thoughts were interrupted as a male approached him. "Er, hello," he greeted the lively brute. Orion noticed he was already very talkative. He kept his pace as the male continued to talk.
"No, I'm not particularly hungry." He answered his first question. "As for where the humans have gone, I'm not sure anyone knows." He lifted his chin against the wind, his thick coat made for this weather. His joy for the snow was dimmed by his current state of worry. He picked up his pace a bit.

| Matlock |

Matlock stood tall on his long legs, with his snout wrinkled, before smacking the dog's head with his large paws. He jumped back as the male launched at him, but didn't dodge quite quick enough. The ridgeback barked loudly before snapping his jaws an inch or so from the male's face. "Enough, mutt!" He bellowed, leaning in closer to the male. He looked deeply into the canine's eyes, and quickly realised that this was no dog at all - Rather, a wolf. This made Matlock uneasy. He had many encounters with wolves when he was hunting, but they were never pleasant. With a curled upper lip, Matlock growled. "Enjoy my scraps, kid." He snarled, before slunking out of the alleyway. Even though there was more than likely some food left in the dumpster, Matlock decided that the better option would be to leave him to it. He padded slowly past the other canines, keeping his eyes focused ahead of him, but still warily watching them. On his way out of the alley, Matlock came across a dried bone in the shadows. He took it with him and lay down on the pavement about 20 feet from the other dogs. He lied against a car wheel and eagerly gnawed on the bone, enjoying the last of its meaty flavour.