Anastasia wandered on her own through the streets, not really sure where she was going or where she was coming from. For now, she was just happy that she was able to go somewhere. Her previous situation had her stuffed in a crammed cage, and the stench from other dogs, both alive and dead, had filled her lungs. Here, though there was a slight smell from the acrid fumes of cars, it was clean. There was open sky above her, and she was able to run and be free. She paused in her walking to notice a large dog park across the street. There were several dogs running around on it, and she decided that it would be nice to go for a run. She used her long legs to run across the street in quick time, dodging traffic as she did so. When she neared close enough to the dark park, she took a running leap to jump the low chain-link fence.

She landed oddly gracefully on the other side, and paused before setting off at a lope towards a clearer section of the field, one that was free of any domestic dogs. It felt nice to stretch her muscles out in the open and to be worry-free of any sort of attempt at being caught. Most humans would assume that because she was here, she had a human watching her. It would be easy to do as she pleased. For now, she flopped down in the grass, and rolled onto her side, enjoying the sun.

She had one eye opened, and noticed another dog in particular that caught her interest. By scent she knew he was a male, but what mostly caught her attention was the slight limp he had. But also, that he didn't even seem to mind. He held his head, proud, as if saying, I dare you to question me. Anastasia couldn't help but to admire it. After all, true strength came from accepting one's self, before all others. She sat up, so that she was still lying down, but could now watch the male a little better. She tried to be discreet, and not make it obvious she had noticed him, but had a feeling he may catch on eventually.

Anastasia couldn't help but for a small sliver of a thought to cross her mind. What if this male's only goal was to forcebreed her? She couldn't help but to be disgusted at the thought. She had already had a life of that. She didn't need another experience. However, unlike most dogs, if it did come to being forcebred, Anastasia would not run, she would not yell, and she would stand her ground. And afterwards, when the pups came, she would raise them as her own, with no penalities to the pups. For this, was how she had been trained, and this is how she would stay. It was simply, she felt, her duty. She felt no femme should ever willingly abandon her pups. She had had far too many pups taken away for that to be an option.

At his words, Anastasia felt her self blush, but just a little. She was not used to such flattery from males. And at his words of his name, she nodded, but wasn't quite sure if that was the whole truth. To live on the streets was tough, and especially if this male had such a limp, he must be quite a target. To survive, he would have to do alot. She had a slight feeling that chaos wasn't merely a 'macho thing'.

At his next words, Anastasia paused for a second before responding. She didn't mind his saying, and she had a feeling someone would figure that she wasn't street born and rasied. "No, I haven't been here for long. I used to be domestic, in a way." She decided not to go into her full history just yet. Her being in a puppy mill was not something that everyone needed to know. Or at least, not yet.