Dakota

The akbash and wolf hybrid slowly walked into the canyon. Frustrated. She sat apon a rock looking out over the valley. She sighed, and turned away. Her problem was obvious, at least she thought. She sat on another big peice of solid rock, and let out a long, mournful howl.
She noticed she was getting hungry. Her size was a disadvantage, but she could take down most animals. She just stayed where she was, not moving, and continued looking over the valley. She had made many attempts to approach humans, but couldn't. It was either their guns or their dogs that got in her way. She didn't like to kill humans, for she had been taken care of by them. She knew it was her looks, and any human-protecting dog just kept her away.
She continued to sit, but she glanced down.

Dakota

Becoming even more distressed, she loped off at a steady pace.