[REWRITTEN] Wild Dogs; Secrets Of Of The Wild

Chapter 1

House folk passed the street, rushing around going about their business. They twisted and slid past each other trying to not cause a clutter, meanwhile a canine who was squeezing through folk trying to find a peculiar item, the appearance of the canine had soft feathery fur and their pelt showed off black and white patterns also glossy fern green eyes. Leaping over a short, damaged wall and swiftly padding to a alleyway where house's weren't well kept, certainly a difference from the slightly grimy wealthier streets of this town, after 20 minutes of searching she finally found it, a medicine kit. The canine chirped with pleasure of her successful search, she picked up the medicine kit by it's dull green handle. Padding back the way she came dodging house folk and leaping over bins that we're spitting garbage until she found a alley that wasn't broken down and forgotten she found her pack living within the filth.

"Hello, Feather," Barked a short-furred canine who leaped from a tall pile built of garbage and crates.
"Hello, Hare," Feather's voice was muffled by the medicine kit in her jaws.

Feather stepped over to a hole in a wall of old appartments, layed a old grey mutt in a nest made from bunches of newspaper.

"Hello, fallen how's the cough?" Feather spoke softly as the elder coughed.
"Are you deaf? Can't you hear my hacking you fly-brain!" Fallen snarled,   at Feather.
"Alright, no need to snap at me!" Feather retorted at the old scraggly furred elder.

Feather and elder growled lowly at each other before feather searched through the medicine kit rummaging around for a cough medication, house folk medicine wasn't very good for their lifespan but as long as stopped suffering for a little while, Aha! "Parks cough medication [WARNING NOT TO BE CONSUMED BY CHILDREN UNDER 9 AND ANIMALS]" Feather sighed to herself at the warning and took a few pills out of the bottle and shuffled them over to Fallen as he wolfed them greedily, until Hare entered.

"Is everything alright in here? I heard a bit of squabbling from earlier," Hare began narrowed his eyes on the two.
"He's as deaf as a bat!" Snapped Fallen, Feather sighed she hated being misgendered.
"Fallen,  you do realise Feather prefers to go by feminine terms, right?" Hare tried to see if the elder forgot.
"Nah, Feather's always been a boy nobody can just change their gender!" Fallen stood up, preparing to argue.
"You better shut up before you're out on the streets you old hag!" Hare snarled, everyone fell silent.
"Alright... sorry Feather," Fallen said but as he left he glared at her.
Hare glared at Fallen as he left but then softened his gaze on feather, "Sorry about that, feather please remember we all accept you as a regular member of our pack," Hare dipped his head in apology, exiting the den.

Feather looked down at her paws deep into thought before walking to her nest and curling up as she would begin to daydream for hours until night came and she rested her head down on the rough yet somewhat comfortable nest and began to sleep, as she dreamt something strange happened she had a vision
flames everywhere....
terror....
death?....
Feather woke up in a cold sweat feeling the warmth of the sun on her pelt, she left her den cautiously looking at the other fully grown canines exit the dens. Hare on his tall meeting rock, yawning. Feather left the clearing as she remembered the pack needs everyone to start hunting as winters soon, She began to sniff around and caught a scent of mice in the abandoned building her medicine den was kept. She stepped around carefully and found that the scent was coming from a hidden cellar in the appartments, destroyed crates of supplies made perfect spaces for prey to hide. Feather cautiously walked around, keeping silent trying not to scare any mice, after a few minutes of walking around the cellar she narrowed her eyes on a plump mouse and lowered herself down. The mouse skittered around as Feather stepped closer and closer, when she was about a pounce away she still stalked closer, she wanted to make sure she'd catch the mouse instead of miss it with a faulty pounce! The scene was set, hiding in the shadows Feathers lifted herself forward trapping the mouse in ger jaws and crushing her rightful prey, She padded back to the camp, dropping the mouse into the prey-pile.