Shasta slid from a dirt path, she landed.
"Ow!" She muttered. Her right front leg was broken, she wasn't in the best condition at the momment. But her leg was recovering...
She walked along until she got to the street. A car swooshed by. She jumped back quickly. She remembered this place faintly. Shasta was born here, but then taken out to the forest when she got in a fight with a wild pack of dogs.
She ran across the street when it was clear. When she made it to the other side, she looked down at a puddle, her fur laid gently, not many matted parts suprisingly. She ran into a alley and jumped up onto a dumpster, she sat and started grooming herself to pass the time, also to get some of her fur to lay flat.
When she was done, she found herself hungry.
'No trouble....I guess' She thought with a positive smile. She jumped onto a garbage can and kicked the lid off. She digged through it until she found a chicken, half eaten bone. "Well...it'll do." She said to herself.
So then she ate.