Strawberry

The small Gray Wolf trotted fearlessly down the streets, her tail held high as she neared the buildings. Strawberry looked at the garbage, shaking her head. I can hunt, I don't need that shit Strawberry laughed at herself, wagging her tail eagerly. The smells of other dogs brought some fear, but seeing from so far, they were all confined in a house or chained up. Strawberry hopped onto a dumpster in a downtown alley, looking at the world below. Laughing, Strawberry lept off into a pile of garbage bags, most likely filled with old cloths. Strawberry just lay their, head resting on her paws