For Boof and Tasr:3

Elegance with four paws. Her shoulders rolled, hips swayed, graceful beauty floating along behind the alabaster bitch. Spring had been doing her well, and so far she believed to have avoided that distasteful plague that was now penetrating the city's population count. It had been said that even some odd children had died at birth from the immediate passing of the plague from parent to child. Modest chocolate pools searched the vicinity, it was seeming barren despite the scattered chunks of rubble and concrete. The area was nearly intimidating, but she found it most amusing. The athletic young bitch leapt up upon the pile, prancing from one tabletop to another, not minding the rough texture rubbing against her leather-like paw pads.

Nadia continued along in her odd infatuation with dancing atop the rocks, mindless of her surroundings. The arabic girl had a joyful grin plastered on her sharp muzzle, a childish aura clinging about her for that moment. Once she reached the peak, though, of the pile, she paused. Hesitated. She looked about herself, a pleading look on her face. Why wasn't there another canine there to see her? To play and prance with her? It might have been weird that she requested such company, but she felt in an especially wonderful, museful mood. And she just wanted to share it with another.