When Ash did not respond, Zorra tried again. "Who were those foxes?" She pressed. Ash still did not answer, so Zorra went back to cleaning his tail. Ash sighed. "Have you ever thought of leaving the Greylands?"

Zorra stopped washing and sat back. "No!" She yelped, surprised. "The Greyland is my home!" She narrowed her eyes at Ash. "Are you going to leave?" She hoped that he said no, that he only wanted to travel within the Greylands.

Ash sighed, and looked down at his paws. "It might be the only way to survive." He murmured. The reluctant look in his eyes told Zorra that he didn't want to leave either. "What do you mean?" Zorra asked.

Instead of answering, Ash looked up at the sky.  Zorra followed his gaze. There were big clouds covering the sun, and fir the first time, Zorra noticed that the air was moist. "It's going to rain soon." Ash observed. Zorra nodded. "We've better find somewhere to shelter." She suggested.

Ash didn't speak for a long time. "I've heard stories about the land outside of the graylands." He started. "There are forests, feilds, mountains, and riv-er." There was excitement and fear in his voice;  Zorra knew that he was afraid of seeing them for himself.

"We can shelter from storms in the forest." He went on. Zorra sighed impatiently. This was getting them no where! "We can go to see all of that tomorrow." She hissed. "We have to hunt and shelter today."

Ash whipped his head around, hope shining in his green eyes. "You mean you'll go with me?" He leapt to his feet. Zorra wondered why he was so relieved. They had only known each other for a day!

"I guess I am." Zorra grumbled, looking around for a place to sleep. Suddenly, she had an idea. "Ash, let's try to knock over that Furless can!" She exclaimed. "There will be good inside it, and we can wait through the storm!"

She couldn't help feeling pleased with herself when Ash nodded. "That would be great..." He pondered the idea. "If we could knock it over." He padded over to it, and began pushing at it with his shoulders. Zorra bounded over to help.

After a few minutes, the can toppled over. Zorra sat down, sides heaving. "That thing was heavy as a boulder." She grunted. Ash flicked his ears in agreement. Compared to knocking the can over, pulling the white bag out was like glinting a feather.

Ash tore through the thin covering with his teeth, and then dug his snout in. Zorra copied his movements, digging around until her nose detected the scent of fruit above the overwhelming Furless odor. Zorra tugged at it until it became loose from a piece of stone. It wasn't meat, but it would have to do.

She looked over her shoulder to see Ash nibbling on a piece of bread. Zorra had never liked bread; it was dry and it stuck to her teeth. By the time she and Ash had both finished their meals, a light drizzle had broken out. Zorra crawled into the can.

Ash crawled in beside her, and together they listened to the raindrops tapping lightly on the roof, neither of them saying a word in the cramped space. Oh, what have I gotten myself into? Zorra internally groaned at the thought of traveling to the forests and fields the next day.

Ash's words rang in her ears: it might be the only way to survive.