|| "RUN"! || (Dog Roleplay-Jump in)

Moving to the walls, Rolph reared up and began to force at them with his forepaws to test their strength. Most seemed pretty good and as he leaned an ear close they mostly seemed pretty solid too. He wished he had a bit more girth to him- he knew he was of a middling size and a bigger dog might be able to check more accurately. Goliath for example. Still, for now, the sound of it was helping him be sure. Around when he was listening for the sounds of a thin or cracking or infested wall, he heard approaching from down the tunnel from the central area. The scent that came drifting in was Aura's and the extra set of paws had to be Felix's. No way Sadie was following around the Alpha. He did not speak once she came in, allowing her to do her own inspection and make her own descisions or at least ask for his before he spoke.

Honey yawned. Felix was taken care of and she had nothing to do with him. She wasn't mad, nor particularly put out by his choices because in all honestly, it wasn't her job to be. He wasn't hers, and though he was a valued member of the pack and someone she'd defend with her life, so was everyone else here. She headed off to find one of the others who maybe needed a job done. Her husky blood demanded that she be working and lazing around didn't suit her anyway. Maybe Ulnova needed something as the beta female.

"Ulnova?" She called, looking for her.

Goliath wished he could get a haircut. He was fairly meticulous about upkeep mostly because he had to be, but things being what they were, there were still times when matts happened. A bath would be the next best thing, but somehow warm and soapy water seemed even more impossible than a cut. Then again... He was sure last time he was out he'd seen a carwash. If he could find the pipe that shot out the soapy water... Oh man, a bath... he'd smell clean and then could start layering on the smells he wanted again instead of just being an amalgam of all the ones he'd come across. No one else need worry about this, so he informed no one as he headed out, closing the barricade behind him so that not even a pup could slip through, and heading off silently.

Now that everyone was accounted for, Wayland began in on his daily chores. First he went to go check on Lucy,

"How ya doin', Lucy? Got anything to eat yet?" He asked, making sure the elder was taken care of. She seemed sour today, but that didn't especially matter. She still needed food just like anybody else and if she didn't want to, didn't need to get it on her own. A lot of the others had eaten already and seeing as the stock had been running low for a while now, Lucy, Sadie and Felix needed to be sure to get nutrients while they still had them.

With the sun just about up, the world, as bleak as it was, was beginning to light up. Though he only had one eye from which to take it in, Goliath panted with a smile as he looked around. It wasn't so bad. It could be a lot worse- he could be all by himself out here day after day. He could be living in fear that he'd be eaten. He could have watched his family be taken from him. There were perks to eye injuries. For now though, his large, non-stealthy paws led him down what had once been a city street. Where traffic and horns and the smells of shops and exhaust had once filled the atmosphere now was the buzzing and cries of bugs, the smells of plants and decay, and debris and rubble everywhere. Goliath jumped over, wound around, squeezed under, and otherwise navigated around. He kept his ears, eye, and nose trained for danger, while he looked for that gas station- the one with the tiger paintings that could still sort of be seen. Trotting with a bit of pep in his step he saw the old green crowned woman- he was close. There were actually dozens of those green crowned ladies but the level of decrepicy led him to believe this was the right direction.

Turning to look at Aura as she spoke, looking over from where he had been working on taking stock of the situation in more detail, he tilted his head huffing a little bit, wondering if what he'd managed to come up with really was the best plan. Still, it was all he had so far, so he offered his project plans up for her consideration,

"I'm thinking this tunnel is too tall for us to brace well. We'd have to get things big enough to go floor to ceiling, that were strong, and somehow get them through the barricade and dragged over here somehow. I imagine it'd be too heavy and bulky or weak to do the job. I believe it might be best to go outside and collapse this in a controlled manner. Mark out a very specific area, snap this rusted pipe, and bring this part down. We could pack it in with any additional rubble that might be needed to seal the entry from the outside and if needed, we could find a way to tunnel through or just leave it as a wall. I just don't want it coming down on anyone, or for a group of stalkers to collapse it and make their way inside."

Goliath got distratcted for a minute, having found a fat pidgeon that appeared to be hurt and hopping around after it. It didn't fly but it would flap in a panic to try and gain more height or distance. The big, hungry dog caught up. With a prize in hand, Goliath held his head high looking around until he finally saw it. He began bounding- oh what a joy it was to be able to open up like this, to use his legs, spread wide and long and push his muscles. Sometimes he forgot how cramped it could get underground. A dog was meant to bask in the sun. And the suds. Here it was, that old car wash. He could smell the soap, though the water had long been shut off. Getting a better grip on his bird, the one-eyed dog moved to the sweet smelling pipe and pushed it. It was a bit uprooted so when he did, a gurgling glob pushed itself up thanks to the change in pressure and he began rolling around on it, the debris of the car rollers making a semi-effective scrub brush as he began to just coat himself in the slime.

Wayland heaved a little sigh and a lazy smile, but his tail stayed confident behind him even as he pulled down his ears. She was an elder so he owed her a level of respect but not submission. He moved over to grab the smaller dog something out of the fresher stock, perking his ear toward Mimi as she spoke. Shrugging, he found one he liked- a young rabbit- and picked it up, standing up and swinging his proud but mellow head around,

"Still gotta eat." He responded placing the animal before the black and white greying female, speaking once again to Mimi when he was done,

"Maybe wanna have her looked at though. Might need some medicatin'- ya get old, ya get creaky, ya get sour. Ain't no shame in that." he smiled at her as he headed off to find out if anything needed doing.