The smell of gasoline and garbage never really seemed to bother Jason. He was in fact born in the city, but he taught himself how to hunt. He doesn't remember much about his past. When he tries, he usually gets a horrible pain and it won't stop for hours, minutes if he's lucky. This is why he keeps to the present and not the past.

Jason stopped at the end of an alley by a street, near the corner of the building. He lifted his head and sniffed the air. Wind buffeted his fur as cars drove by, some faster and louder than others. He smiled softly as a very small car drove by, making him sit down. Those small cars always amused him. How the humans were able to fit in them was beyond his knowledge. What did they call it again, a "Smart" car? Some of the kids called them Wii cars from a commercial. He remembered that one; he watched it from a window of a café one time.

A scent drifted over his nose, catching his attention. It was hot and fresh, smelling of fire and seasonings. He licked his chops before following the scent down the sidewalk and across the street. A man stood at a silver cart at the corner. Jason wagged his tail slowly as his stomach growled at him, telling him it was time to eat. He walked over to the man and barked at him, catching his attention.

The man turned and then smiled upon seeing Jason next to him. "Well, look who's back! You hungry?"

Jason barked happily as his tail swished faster. He knew the man quite well. He would always give out free food to him whenever he came by.

The man laughed and knelt down, patting Jason's head. "Sorry, but I can't give you anything today. Boss' orders," he replied.

Jason lowered his ears and whined, staring up at the man with his green and amber eyes.

The man stared at him for a heartbeat before sighing and standing back up. "Alright alright. Just one, though. That's all I can sneak you today." He turned to his stand and reached for a hot dog before throwing it to Jason.

Jason lifted his ears, and lifted up on his hind paws, catching the hot dog in his jaws. He wagged his tail and barked a thank you through his food before padding away around the corner, leaving the man waving after him. He raised his tail, smiled, and trotted down the sidewalk triumphantly with the hot dog still in his mouth. He stopped as a van drove wildly around the corner ahead of him, coming down the street towards him. On the side of the van was the big logo for the pound.

"Uh-oh," Jason snorted, rather calmly. He turned into a yard that had the gate wide open and sat down inside the fence. He ate the hot dog in one bite before swallowing it whole and watching the van speed past. He shook his head before padding back down the sidewalk.

A few of the humans were out walking their dogs, most of them were females. At least one of them, he could smell, was part wolf. He could feel their gazes on his back as he walked by with his head held high and his tail held just above straight outward. A few of them giggled as they watched him walk past.

I'm sexy and I know it! Jason smiled as the song came into his head. It was true; all the ladies thought he was good-looking. The few he talked with complemented on his eyes, they always loved his multicolored eyes.

Jason stopped in his tracks. "Whoa, well what do we have here," he said slyly. Just beyond the alley ahead, a dark, dusty colored female German shepherd stood in front of a fenced-in yard. It looked like she was guarding the yard, without even being in the yard. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity before walking over to her.

The shepherd noticed Jason walking over her way and wrinkled her muzzle a bit into a snarl. "What do you want?"

"What's a pretty lady like you doing out here? Did your master leave you out here," Jason asked as he stopped a tail-length away from her.

She lifted her lip to show off sharp white teeth. "Don't come any closer. And I'm waiting for him. He would never leave me out here," she growled.

"Is that so," Jason asked, ignoring her warning and taking a step closer to her. "Well, I doubt you'd be the slightest bit safe if a pack of mutts came this way and saw you. They might want to tear you to shreds or just take you with them by force."

That set her off. "Do you think I, Lorida, wouldn't be able to protect myself?" She looked furious and her light brown eyes were now blazing a slight amber color. She turned her body to face him, showing off a nasty, horrifying scar that ran from her left shoulder up to her left ear and a bit to her left eye. It was such a wide scar, it looked like something huge tried to either run her over or tried to maul her. "Well, let me get one thing straight!" She shoved her nose up against his as her face wrinkled into a gnarly snarl.

Jason's ears flattened against his head as his tail went between his legs and his eyes widened. He took a step back.

"I don't need your protection or anyone else's for that matter! I'm perfectly capable of standing my ground. And I doubt they would even stay very long after seeing this," Lorida barked, stomping her left paw forward so her shoulder muscles shook a bit, making her scar move with her skin.

"I-I-I'm sorry! I didn't"-

"Didn't what? Know? Well, guess what? It's too late for apologies now!" Lorida then lifted her left paw and smashed it against the side of Jason's face, making him twist and hit the back of his head on the pavement.

Jason gasped as his skull hit the pavement and he tried to stand after the impact. But before he could even sit up, Lorida's paw slammed down on his shoulder, making him lose his footing and lay on the ground under her weight. He turned his head and stared up at her, fear-stricken wide eyes staring up inter her blazing amber ones.

"I'm gonna make you regret you ever laid eyes on me," Lorida snarl-barked. She then bit down on his throat, making him gag and then lifted her paw before tossing him.

Jason bounced off the hood of a truck, splattering blood on the hood, and then landed almost directly in the center of the street. He just lay there as a few cars swerved around him; one even kept going straight over him but didn't graze his body. He just laid there, for what seemed like horrifying hours to him, until finally a familiar but blurry face came up to him and knelt down beside him. Jason could tell he was talking to him and even heard someone call his name. What was it, Pito? Yeah, he heard right. Pito, the guy he always came to to get free hot dogs. Pito then picked Jason up in his arms and carried him off somewhere, but he didn't have time to know where before eventually his vision went black…

The memory of Lorida will always be a scar in his mind, wherever Jason went. No matter how hard he would try to forget, it would always still be there. That ugly, horrifying scarred female, ripping him apart. Or at least, trying to give him a scar of his own. It would live on forever, in his mind.