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|  | Still Hungry « Thread Started on Dec 2, 2007, 9:06am » | |
Rats were too fast, and had too little meat to fill this giant's stomach. Prince didn't remember that getting food could get this hard on the old Parm, before the fire, but as far as he could remember, winter had always been a pain. So here he was, the Open Fields surely changed a lot in winter; no longer were they so ridiculously hot, but now with the chilly winter breeze, they transfigured into something more bearable, enjoyable, even. It was no secret Prince loved snow, with his thick, tan coat he loved to play in it as a pup, but right now he had no time for that. His stomach growled, demanding food, and the large brute of a dog accelerated his pace.
After a while, he finally stopped and sniffed the air. There had to be something edible in these plains... There had to be a young deer or something a sole dog could bring down... But if there was one, it was incredibly hard to detect, under the thick scent of gasoline that always shrouded the place. Nevertheless, the Broholmer seemed to finally find something, as he resumed his walk, which in no time transformed into a trot. Behind some bare bushes lied an old carcass. It was already half-rotten, and neither its smell or sight was at all pleasing, but Prince had never been the one to be picky with his food, and with his stomach and health of steel, he was what we could call an all-terrain dog.
All-terrain or not, however, Prince knew better than to eat the contaminated with gasoline snow, so he started chewing on the protruding ribs and the parts that weren't in contact with the ground.
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