The caged female canid leaped out and dispersed. She roamed north and explored the margins of a rural town. With no GPS or track marks, no one knew where she roamed. Nor did she mark any territory.
She lurked out of sight and watched passerbyes, but didn't linger long in one place. Slipping in and out of shadows, she explored until the heat and dust made her thirsty. Slowly she returned to her den where her own scent welcomed her.
Drinking long from cold water, I sat down and picked up a book I started last night. It was a good dusty prowl.