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Night was the perfect time to go exploring. At least, in Celyn's mind it was. There was nothing at night to disturb him from the task at hand, or paw rather. In addition to that, his black fur blended in nicely with the darkness, so that it was hard to see him pass through. He preferred to remain in secrecy at night, when it seemed as if the demons of the world came out of the shadows. And he knew all about those, though he was not a demon himself. He had not journeyed from Kentucky to Wolf Creek without learning about the demons in the world. He started out in his journey as a young, naive dog, and had arrived as a wiser, though still joyful dog. He had to watch out for females though, since whenever he was a gentleman and rescued them from danger (though sometimes they really weren’t in danger), they would throw themselves at him. With some dogs, that would have been enough to stop them from helping females. But his mother had raised him to be polite, and he couldn’t resist rescuing a damsel in distress.

The Flat-Coated Retriever mix approached the church, looking around carefully before entering the building. This was a holy place, though the male had no knowledge of man’s religions, and therefore, it was just another building. But he knew that this was a place to be respectful of, if only because of the way it was built and decorated. His mother had told him stories of growing up with humans, how most of them were good and kind. If they were so good, then why did she leave? That was a question he always wanted to ask her, but never got the chance. It didn’t matter now though since he was far away from Kentucky, from his mother and three surviving brothers. He was in a new place and this was a new beginning. Hopefully, that is. He never settled in one place for too long, his paws always itching to carry him further on.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see, but he entered the building anyway. His nails clicked on the tile flooring, too loud for his liking. It was as if he was intruding and he wished that he could be quieter. If he was lucky, then maybe he wouldn’t come across anyone. But his luck had seemed to run out over the year, starting with two of his brothers dying. His mother had become a mess after that, and he decided to leave. He loved his mother, but he wouldn’t watch her slowly fall apart with grief. The black dog sat down, staring up at the front of the church. He tried to imagine what it was like way back when there were humans still living in the town, but he couldn’t. The humans had left two years before he was born and he would never know what it was like. Even his mother’s stories couldn’t help him imagine what it had been like. It was something that he would’ve had to experience for himself.

He sighed, exhaustion creeping over him. It had been a long day, and an even longer journey. He needed a place to rest and this was as good as any. He lowered himself to the ground, head on his paws. Maybe he could get some rest and then as soon as dawn came, he would investigate more of the town. Who knew, maybe this place would be his new home.


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Night, it was almost as scary as day. Isolde preferred the night for that reason, she did not particularly like to look at the remains of this city. These were the remains of something that had once been great, and even though she had not been in America during the super volcano, she could imagine how alive this city once was. She could imagine the street corners filled with smiling humans, and parks filled with dogs that had no care in the world. They did not have to care, because they were being taken care of. Then all of sudden the rug was ripped out from underneath of the dogs and they were either abandoned or their owners died. Death had taken the human that Isolde had cared about, he had died from the ash poisoning, and it was likely that every dog in Wolf Creek would die of it too. Icarus had died of it. It pained Isolde to think about her once friend, it pained her even more to know that his vision of Wolf Creek would die with him. No one had the leadership capabilities that had had, and keeping the dogs of Wolf Creek together was nearly impossible. However, someone had to try.

It wasn't her duty, and it was hardly her place, but she felt obligated to hold up the ideals that Icarus had set forth. Isolde wanted nothing but peace for Wolf Creek, it seemed as though that was something that was far from reality though. She stalked through the streets with her head hanging low, her thoughts on a million things. She could not peg just one thought, not since there were so many things to think about. The Cathedral was not a regular place for her, probably because she was aware that it was a human place of worship. She had never been inside one, but standing before it she felt the bitter irony of the place. If there was a God, why did he exterminate the humans in such a viscous way from this land. The ones in Europe were not very nice, but the human that had taken her on the expedition that led to her being here was very kind. She felt a pang of guilt in her heart from thinking about him, she missed her human.

The Husky shook her head visibly, she wanted to remove those thoughts and worry about the task at hand. Bringing together as many dogs as there were in Wolf Creek was going to be difficult. Especially those that did not share the same morals as Icarus. A heavy sigh left her lips and she climbed up the stairs, walking through the ajar door with little issue. Upon entry she noticed that the floor was carpeted, however it had been stained with ash from the many paws that had passed over it. The place seemed dirty, but then again all of the town seemed that way. Passing down the isle of pews she noticed the frame of another dog. He was simply laying, probably trying to get some rest. She could only hope that he was as peaceful as her. As she came closer the dog appeared to be asleep, but Isolde did not want to take the chance. The dog could be awake awaiting their victim. If the canine was asleep he could be frightened by her presence and try to attack her. She simply stood several feet away with her her ears pressed forward and a critical expression painted on her face.

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