[[Escape.

[Maybe ♫]

She could smell it the second she rounded the corner near the park. The smell was dank, dirty, and it hit her like a baseball bat. Going from the delightful scents of home air fresheners to the smell of decaying flesh, it seemed, was brutal for the fae. Trotting down the street, her long tawny fur flowed gently in the breeze, amber eyes searching for the source of the stench. Meadow was only able to take these walks when her humans went out. Luckily, she had figured out how to unlatch the white picket fence's gate, making her escape quick and easy.

However, Meadow always returned home. There was no way she would pass up two square meals a day, baths, and a loving family. There was just no way. As she sauntered along the fence that lined the perimeter of the park, the smell got stronger. It began to get so thick that she found it hard to breathe. But Meadow was known for being a drama queen. After a few seconds, her nose led her to the source of the smell. There, across the way, were three nasty-looking mongrels. They looked tired, weary, but Meadow could tell, were they in their prime, they'd be a force to reckon with.

About to turn around and trot away with a haughty, disgusted expression on her gorgeous features, her conscience got the better of her and she decided, against her better judgment, to approach the trio. She padded slowly toward them, her long-legged form looming over their stout, muscular frames like a willow tree. Wrinkling her nose in utter contempt, she spoke,

"What happened to you?" She spat the last word like they were scum, unworthy of her presence. Usually Meadow wouldn't have even seen these dogs were she to look their way, but, with their bedraggled stance and protruding rib cages, she just couldn't ignore them.