Ryan, Chris and Dixon

Ryan slowly trot-stepped on the side of the street, followed by Dixon, who had his head low. Chris had pstopped behind to pick up an old piece of chicken, before loping to catch up

Ryan glanced back ,"you looking to share that?" he grinned. Dixon stopped, looking at Chris. "Finders, Keepers, man," Chris grunted, swallowing it. Ryan growled slightly, "dude, really?" Deixon sat back. Chris chuckled, "yea, next time, ok?" Ryan nodded, laying down on the side of the street

Dread, who had been walking from the other direction, saw them, and started to walk over.

Dixon noticed the other dog coming towards them, "guys..." he bobbed his nose towards the stranger. Ryan stood. Chris watched, scratching behind his ear

"So, what's a gang like you doin' in the ghetto?" He asked as he approached, a grin on his face.

"sacavaging, looking for hot babes," Ryan chuckled, swiping his tongue over his upper fangs.

"Fat chance of that happenin' here, guys."

Dixon shrugged, "we go wherever, we're also trying to keep move'n so that those stupid people won't try to put us away." Chris stood swiftly after scratching his ear, "so what's a lone'a like ya self do'n 'round here?" Ryan's mind drifted like usual

"I'm gettin' the feel of the city. Found a few good spots to hide if the fuzz show."
I smirk.
"But the best place to get food is that restaurant. Not many people around to see ya take stuff."

"yea, last time we were there, Dixon bit the hand that fed him...so he called animal control," Ryan glared at his Boxer Buddie. Chris broke out laughed, remembering that night, Dixon groaned

I grin.
"Yeah, I learned not to do that after animal control caught me."

"we got away, 'cuz we split as soon as he picked up 'da phone," Chris chuckled, stopping from his laughing outburst.

I nod.
"Almost bit the mans hand off, but he got me.."
My fur bristles thinking about it.

"heh, Dix is 'jus 'sor frum be'n in 'da fights," Chris grinned. Dix struck out and bit down on his tail. Chris yelped, jumping away. "'ey! stop!" Ryan growled. Dix sat back again, Chris sat haunched over, licking his tail

I grin.
"So, when did ya get into the city?"

"me and Chris lived here all our lives. Dix on the other hand moved around for fighting comptitions. I was a fighting dog too, but only for so long, so i stayed in the city"

I nod.
"I escaped from my owner. Treated me like crap."

"me and Dix both know that feeling. Chris once had a home but they like moved and forgot him," he grinned. "best damn 'thin they 'eve 'di," Chris chuckled

I smirk.
"Humans are stupid. Treat us like crap, and they expect that we'll stay with 'em."

"heh, i hear 'dat," Chris began biting his hind left paw. Dix sat quiet. Ryan nodded

I looked around.
"So, you mind if I join ya? It's dangerous bein' out here alone."

"sure, by the way, what do we call ya?"

"The names Dread."

"and ya already know Dixon the Back-Stabber and Chris the Hungry," he chuckled. Chris looked at him like he was stupid. Dix huffed

"And your name?"