She trotted down the hot pavement. The heat stinging her paws with each paw step. At this point it was becoming agony to continue and she was looking for shade or some water to dip her paws in. Spotting shade off in the distant her gait turned into a bisk walk and then to a full on sprint. She came to a sliding halt underneath the Twoleg bench. Which was sitting near the edge of the sidewalk. The cool pavement felt like sweet relief to her paws.


She let out a small sigh of relief as the sting began to fade away. This was the last time she would leave the comfort of the junk yard. She flattened herself against the sidewalk below to make her less noticeable. Surveying her surroundings she noticed the tall black iron fence that stood behind her. She wasn’t particularly sure what was located beyond that fence. Was it a Twoleg Nest or a park? Squinting her eyes in the direction she tried to make out what was beyond it but failed to do so. In front of her was a small road. Occasionally a car would go flying past her, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. Leaving Freya to a small cough fit. After the third car past she decided it was too risky to continue to stay where she was taking refuge. Curiosity got the best of her and instead of continuing in the direction she had originally been heading. She decided to slip through the fence to see what laid beyond it.