Rocky Road

The large hybrid padded into the area, heading for the cliff's edge. His mouth was open and his tongue rolled out, his journey quite far. Almost everything caught somesort of interest in him, though he did go sniff each and everything out as a pitiful dog may do. He lived in custody and then the alleys for all his life, just now venturing out. Though he walked as if the life was old, as if he was a pro at it. He looked forward with confidence and surety, his stride long and powerful. His forelegs and lower chest was ruffled a bit, a small amount of dried blood hung on them. The fight was behind him, though he tested the winds periodoticaly for his oppenents' scents.

He eventually reached the very cliff with hardly any hardships, he slowed to a walk. His shaggy bernard coat layed loosely on him, as it always did. He looked over Sparkling Creek Valley, studing it closely.

Rocky Road

He sighed, deciding where he would try to find a home. The hybrid needed water, that was for sure, but the lake was too open for him. The Breve Ridges caught his eye, and he made that his target. He sighed heavily and began padding away again, towards the ridges.