Broke over the top of a hill finally, after a good hour or so of climbing and shifting around the mountainside. Panting, the wolf looked around through his cracked sunglasses, surveying the area for any sign of respite. The wolf was dehydrated, tired, and worst of all lost. Clutching his only weapon, a security baton in his right paw, the canine stood tall again and kept looking until he spotted what appeared to be a home.
"Gracias...Dios..." [Thank...God...] He muttered with a sigh of relief.
Taking a few seconds to ensure his plate carrier and beret was still fashioned properly, the wolf prepared himself for what may be in the house as he descended the small mountain. Granted, he was in plain view while approaching and sparsely used cover, after all, nobody would be way out here. Right?