Season - Winter
Weather - The autumn equinox is over, and the last of the chinook winds have since passed. The weather can only put emphasis on the city's physical and economical dilapidation. The sun penetrates the darkness for scarcely six hours and only than is it seen when the clouds permit. Dogs would do well to find shelter, or perish from overexposure.
Breeding- Yes
Whelping- None till spring
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Know of our plight
We owe them nothing
Every week that passes cannot bring us far enough away from that fateful time when we abandoned in our most desperate hour. The aftermath itself holds the city in a fog of despair and neglect. The few of us that survived sometimes wished we didn't. This god forsaken city is a hell in itself.
To recount in detail the horror that plagued us is not an option, so a simple summary must suffice to tell you what the ruins cannot.
It started with a cold winter rife with snow, the likes of which has not been seen in this area for nearly three decades. The beginning of the end came, ironically, with spring. The rain fell for nearly a week till the higher elevation snows thawed and poured their contents into the bay faster than any could've imagined. The floods reached all parts of the city, destroying most of it. The humans left, leaving us to the mercy of the water. They never offered us reparation for their abandonment; they simply left us- alone, vulnerable, and destitute
It is now that the era of the Lost Reparation begins.
They owe us reparation
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