Bjorn wandered through the urban streets of Staten Island,
his rough pads barely making any noise against the concrete underneath them.
He was hot, tired, and hungry as hell, and it did not help that he could barely walk as it is.
Due to his health conditions and the fact he had not eaten since two weeks ago.
If you looked at his bodily condition then you could see the signs of malnutrition and starvation.
His fur was quite dirty and it had lost its blonde/brown lustrous glow that all saluki's possess.
You could almost count his ribs along his deep barrel chest and his eyes were deep-set,
if he lifted his lips from his fangs you could see his yellow teeth.
In fact, yesterday one tooth had fallen out leaving him with one less defense weapon.
The male stopped as another wave of pain racked his sickly body,
and he did the movement all dogs do once they are about to start hacking.
He retched; black, sticky blood hitting the pavement with a wet ‘thump.’
He heaved once more and another puddle appeared next to the former,
once he finished-he bared his fangs in a disgusted grimace.
Great-now his mouth was filled with a terrible after-taste.
“Why must I be the one to bear this.” He croaked, his vocal cords having not been used
since the last time he came in contact with another canine.