Trinch layed inside of a soggy box that was slowly falling apart. The rain pounded on the top, and poured over into the front. He was alone, and he liked it that way. Leting out a big yawn, he woke up, noticeing that it was raining,
Lazy creature..., he thought to himself. Lazily, he struggled to his feet, his back hitting the roof of the box. He loved the rain of the woods but the rain of the city tasted alittle funky. The cars wizzing by the somber ally gave him chills, he never liked cars. Trinch lifted up his snout to the sky and took a wiff of hotdogs and burnt rubber. Nasty.
He creeped through the rain to the entace of the ally. He was larger than most street dogs so he kept in the shadows. When he noticed nothing new on his lane he trugged back through the dark passage way and jumped on top his favorite dumpster. This dumpster was the tallest one and he liked being up high. He tilled his head back and let out a howl of warning to all animals.
I, Trinch, am leaving this nasty city and heading to the woods. The howl said,
And if there are any wolves that want to join, I welcome you.