Uptown Suburbs

This area is home to the majority of house-dogs, although strays are known to travel through the place from time to time. Houses of many different sizes line the streets. The dogs here live with their Twolegs and are thought of as 'pampered' and 'soft' by both strays and Clan wolves. Dogs who live here typically lead peaceful lives. Any strays who enter should be wary of dogcatchers or being spotted by unkind Twolegs, and wolves are greatly discouraged from entering unless they wish to risk worse consequences.

The young dog had recently dug out of his yard again, shaking the dirt and dust off of himself he shot down the street with his tongue flapping out the side of his mouth as he looked for Bagels house. Finding his bestest friends house he stood outside and barked loudly for his friend "BAGEL, COME OUTSIDE, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE" not caring that he was very loud and would be bothering the other residents in the street he bounced around excitedly waiting for his friend to come on out. The word on the street was that there was a new musician in town and he had a dog, more than eager to meet the potential new friend, he had of course thought of dragging his friend Bagel the Beagle along with him. The british pup blinked his mismatched pair of eyes and waggled his tail hard from side to side, once his friend finally stepped outside he bounced over and greeted him cheerfully

Perking up as his bestest friend in the whole wide world showed up infront of him, the young dog waggled his tail furiously before replying to his friends words appearing not to notice the callous nature of him. Bagel loved him really, they were besties after all! "The most important kind of detective work my dear watson" he replied puffing out his chest the red neckerchief that served as his collar standing out against his black and white fur. "The detectiveness of.... finding food, theres supposed to be a market in the town square, and with our adorable good looks we should be able to beg for some good food" he decided with a grin. Yes okay he got food at home, but that was just gross dog biscuits that didn't really have any flavour to them and tasted like cardboard, well actually cardboard tasted better but had less nutrition. So when he'd heard his humans talking about the market he'd perked up at the idea and had come to the conclusion that it was an epic opportunity to find some actual real food especially since humans were oh so messy and dropped food everywhere. He drooled for a moment thinking of all of the delicious foods that could be found at markets before looking over at Bagel hopefully, it wouldn't be fun without his best friend forever with him. Bagels sarcastic grumpy remarks were funny, and the beagle was a true friend despite his unfortunate name that often made him hungry for a bagel, he'd tried a toasted one before when it'd been left off the bench and mmm had it been tasty!

The fawn female had trotted neatly on the leash remembering her manners from when she’d been a race dog, now that she believed she’d never see Heavypaw again, the female was resigning herself to staying with humans for the rest of her life. However these two appeared kind, far kinder from those who’d tried to shoot her and heavypaw and those who’d raced her. Her ears were seat back but she wagged her tail slightly, wanting to keep the humans happy, entering the small but comfortable looking house she was let off the leash and allowed to explore. She soon found the bowl of water and empty bowl of food, and was making her way around sticking her nose everywhere and sniffing everything, there was the smell of an older dog, slightly stale and so she assumed that perhaps they’d had an older dog who’d died recently. After having a self guided tour around the house she finally discovered the dog door which she slipped through and had a good trot around the lawn, the back yard was well fenced and it was unlikely that she’d be able to get out on her own but that was alright she had nowhere else to go. Rolling in the fresh grass rather happily, she pushed up onto her paws again and headed back inside, finding the female two leg she nosed her muzzle under her hand to ask for pats and was quite pleased when she was given what she asked for. Leaning into her and the pats, the greyhounds jaws opened to let her pink tongue hang out of her mouth as she did so her brown eyes closing with enjoyment, long whip like tail thudding against the floor.

the golden dog wandered outside to flop down in the shade of a bush, she'd been with the two legs a few months now and had long given up on the idea of seeing Heavypaw again. She was safe and loved here so here she'd stay, completely unaware that she was being watched, the pretty greyhound lay her head down between her paws and closed her eyes with a sigh. She started to fall into a doze, her body relaxing and twitching as she dreamt, her dream was of her close friend, the heavy set brown male wolf who'd become her best friend. Completely vulnerable and unaware of the fact that she was, the gold female stretched out onto her side paws twitching and soft wuffs leaving her muzzle.