Mojo
Paws padded along the rough back roads.
As usual he was in the alleys, avoiding all interaction. His head and tail held low, a slight limp of his front paw made his walking slow, but clumsy. The dog didn't have a collar, he was obviously a stray, but he kind of enjoyed it... atleast most would think that, due to how he avoided interaction. He could smell a nearby field, maybe he'd find some food in one of the trash cans. Atleast he hoped.
He made his way from the rough gravel roads onto lush green grass, that parted barely to the new found weight. They owners of that field definitely kept the grass trimmed to fairly good height. He lowered his head sniffing the ground below him.