Words could not express her hunger. Every step seemed to move her no where at all. Nothin' was going her way today. First, the blasted paperboy threw a newspaper at her, and now, her stomach was growling as if it were a lion or something. What next? The white fem walked slowly, laboring for each and every step. Just a little farther, she kept telling herself. The Samoyed sighed, looking toward the nearby school. Maybe one of the kids would give her something to eat if she looked cute enough. With a great sigh, the vixen walked to the school. She sat outside the gate, just waiting for a young child to walk up to her. When one finally came, Fortuna put on her saddest look, her eyes glossy and unblinking. Please, she begged.

Well, that did not work. The little child just stared at her for a moment before trying to kick her away. Fortuna moved just quick enough to dodge the young human's flailing foot. The person spoke, but Fortuna could not make out what he was saying. She was too distracted by her nose to care. The fem smelled the glorious smells of thrown-away food and such. Now, all she had to do was follow her nose to find it. The Samoyed walked carefully, trying to avoid seeing anymore of those children. She walked to the dumpster, smelling the rich, wonderful odors of the food. With much trouble, Fortuna leaped up and into the dumpster, grabbing a tossed sandwich with her teeth before leaping out once again. Something else had caught her attention, however. It was not the smell of food. No, not even close. A dog.

Maybe they could help me! she thought happily. After nibbling on her sandwich, which was delicious, she sat down on the hard concrete beneath her feet and spoke quietly, her voice melodious and calm. "Hello," her voice seemed to echo in the dumpster. Now, all she had to do was wait for an answer.

Fortuna

The Samoyed listened, a little perplexed by Dominique's peculiar use of words. It surprised her. She half expected him to be a cold, heartless brute. That's what she expected of a dog of his breed. And Fortuna was surprised at herself. She rather liked the way this dog spoke. It was...soothing. Odd, but soothing. It made her feel relaxed. Like nothing in the world could harm her in anyway. And she liked the nickname "princess." It made her smile and giggle. Maybe she could get used to this Dominique fellow. He seemed kind enough. Fortuna started to wonder about if he belonged to a pack when he spoke of his queen. He seemed fond of her. This "queen" had to be the alpha. Maybe she would accept Fortuna into the pack. That would make the Samoyed very happy.

"This 'queen' of yours...she is the leader of a pack?" Fortuna asked curiously. And hopefully. She wanted to speak with this queen. "Your pack must be wonderful. You speak well of it." The Samoyed was still trying to figure out how to ask him about the pack. Maybe he would figure it out on his own. She was like a spounge at the moment, soaking up Dominique's every word. Fortuna very much liked Dominique. It was surprising. She had never grown so fond of another dog in such a brief amount of time. It had taken her a few months to love Lyla like a sister. Lyla, the beautiful Best-in-Show Collie. If only Fortuna could see her face once again. Maybe the Samoyed could convince Lyla to join whichever pack Fortuna joins! Then again, maybe not. If she knew Lyla, then Fortuna knew better than to think of that. Lyla was a loner. Maybe she would join a pack. Fortuna was not quite sure about that Collie.

Her thoughts were drawn away from Lyla when she felt Dominique picking the trash from her fur. A little bold, maybe, but...Fortuna could not even think of the right words. Everything was so jumbled up in her mind right now. She was growing more and more fond of Dominique every second she was with him. Fortuna definitely would not mind being in a pack with him. And she hoped the alpha would not mind either. Maybe Fortuna would go meet Dominique's queen.

Fortuna