The young artic female slowly crept into the land and sniffed aroynd.Her tail tucked under as far as it would go.She smelt the fear of all the caged creatures and she snarled menacingly,but she stood her ground.She smelled food and nothing would stop her,not in her time of need for survival.

There was one half-eaten bowl of food near a door of the building. It was some sort of canned food with a few flies buzzing on and around it. A partially eaten chew-bone lied nearby it.

From the many kennels bursted a racket of barking, yipping, and growling. All shapes, sizes, and hues of canines were confined here.