A stumbling human, obviously coming from the pub while holding a food scrap in one hand and a beer hedge in the other, lumbered toward a sleeping female who popped one eye open curiously. It hadn’t been too long since Val had eaten and she wasn’t particularly hungry; although, who could pass up such an easy meal. The ruff of her pelt shaken, the mixed-color Akita clenched her jaws together tightly before trotting into the footsteps of the other. His eyes were glazed, mumbling speech drifting from his mouth along with a dribbled line of spit that disgusted even Valentine, and rolling eyes was the only response that he got out of her. Even when she gripped her teeth around the salty meat stack, the wasted man continued on his path, and simply closed his hand to where his dinner meal had once been.

Val threw her catch up in the air, catching it with ease with darting orbs watching for any who shall challenge her for her catch. None in sight, the female lazily ate her meal with her back up against the brick wall, and her furred paws planted wistfully upon the sod ground that she had grown to memorize. The scent of other canine, dog such as she, was quickly whiffed into her nostrils, and the fae flared and retracted them to pick up more information from its source. It was a strong female, no mate or pups but plenty of members to go through. She had a muscled pelt and a hard-earned personality, which proved to be all the better for a dog with nothing else better to do. Her meal done and her boredom restored, Valvetine shook her head once before following the smell back to where it stood, speaking with another male.

The Alphess was larger than the Akita had suspected; with a sharp tongue and even sharper reflexes. She was badmouthing the new member who was also fighting back with his own words, and the femme decided that it might be best for them to finish their quarreling, before she stepped in. What the hell…maybe they would fight and give her something better to watch then drunken humans and the occasional stray dog starved to the bone and begging for even the smallest chunk of protein. Valve herself had put on much weight since she left the wood, her ribcage completely covered by a thickly coarse layer of under fur and silky soft uppers.

Yawning, she sat down on the wooded porch of an abandoned shack-like building, and waited for the rest of the chaos to die down before she would mention anything. Hopefully they would notice her before she had to.