Me and my bud (Who I've started calling Beta since we resolved to start our own army) head on our way to the police station. We're going faster now that Beta found a working car. Suddenly he hits the brakes with an alarmed look on his face.
Wolf. He says.
I get out of the car and there's a husky that looks pretty hungry. It spots me and it's ears go back. It starts to circle me, baring it's teeth. It lunges, I dodge and pull my knife. The animal halls to the ground lifeless, I gutted it in midair.
I look at the dog and a thought crosses my mind. I skin the dog, but leave the meat. Dog meat isn't fit for crows even. I lash the pelt to the roof to dry, not too long after it makes a nice hat (a little long on the back). Seems to remind Beta of the Romans.
We continue on our way to the police station.
