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[Kiba]

He walked around the abandoned train station. It was rainy today and his fur was already plastered to his toned body. His eyes were filled with hunger and annoyance. He leaped up into a train car with muddy paws, his claws clicking on the floor as he landed a little heavily.

He had been out trying to catch frogs. They were frequent around here with the mud and loved jumping in the puddles. He was never good at catching frogs and he hadn't caught any today. He hadn't been able to eat within the past day or two and was hungry. He wished he had caught something, although his luck proved otherwise. He sighed and laid down in the corner where an old canvas.

"Damn frogs. I should have gone and stolen some food from the dumpsters outside of the restaurants," he growled to himself, licking his front leg to get the water off of it.

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Walking around abandoned areas of the city was eerie for Eleanor. She padded along the old, wooden tracks, approaching the station slowly. The rain didn't bother Ellie due to her thick coat rebounding most of the water. Stopping, Ellie glanced up at the grey clouds and closed her eyes. The rain dripped onto her face and rolled down her cheeks, cooling her body. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she caught some of the droplets, drinking it down thirstily. Satisfied, Ellie dipped her head and continued walking up to the platform. She walked up the ramp and reached the edge of the station, where humans once would have impatiently waited for their train to arrive. The whole place was void of any humans these days.

Humming tunelessly, Eleanor walked up and down the platform with no real plan. There was a roof above her to shelter her from the falling rain. As Ellie was taking her third lap of the station, she paused mid-step and sniffed the air. The familiar scent of a canine made her curious. Eleanor was not a foolish dog, and knew it was best to err on the side of caution. She narrowed her eyes and jumped down from the platform onto the tracks. There was a train carriage on the opposite side of the station, and Ellie was sure the scent was coming from there.

Sniffing experimentally, Ellie approached the carriage uneasily. She let out a small huff, before jumping up onto the carriage and spotting the canine. She took a step back, ears perking with interest. He was a rugged, fluffy dog, who appeared to be in a foul mood. Ellie hesitated, wondering whether it was best to leave him to his dark thoughts. However, she soon shook off the thought and wagged her tail in a friendly greeting. "Hey! I'm Eleanor. Are you okay?"

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[Kiba]

His head lifted from grooming himself and stared at the dog. He got up to his paws quickly and bared his teeth at her, ready to protect himself if he had to. He growled lowly, but stopped as the she-dog introduced herself and asked him a question. He raised his head and stared at her.

"Hungry. Like any stray. Whats it to ya?" he asked, his thick country accent filling the air. He examined her. She was shorter than himself, but she looked bigger, if only slightly. She had deep, amber eyes. And she looked very friendly. Unafraid by the scarred, mean mutt.

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Eleanor took a hesitant step backwards as the canine's hackles raised and he snarled at her. Perhaps she had approached the wrong dog to befriend. She was about to mutter a quick apology and leave when the canine calmed down once he realised she was not a thread to him. Letting out a shaky breath, she walked forward again, but was careful to keep her distance. He seemed agitated, and Ellie didn't want to lure that anger out of him. Instead, she lowered herself onto her hind legs and sat on the train carriage. Her eyes raked over the canine's figure, who was a creamy mixture of different shades of brown. They were of similar builds, although Ellie's thick fur often masked her true size. She was built for far cooler climates up in the mountains, where she could withstand extremely cold temperatures without breaking into a fit of shivers.

Unfortunately Ellie could offer no food for the unnamed canine, who seemed reluctant to introduce himself in a similar manner. She couldn't even remember whens he had last had a meal - although her sated stomach told her that it couldn't have been too long ago. She nodded sympathetically towards the mutt, "Sorry to have asked. Perhaps I'll just go. Sorry for bothering you." Eleanor shrugged in disinterest. She wasn't desperate for company today, and could easily walk away from this standoffish dog. She turned and jumped off the carriage, barely sparing a glance behind her to gauge his reaction.

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