Lizzie stood and walked off to her usual hunting grounds before everything happened. Her muzzle was still a bit stained from dry human blood and she suffered cuts and bruises on the scruff of her neck. She made her den under a tree, obvious enough, but it was so small only a chihuahua could enter. She lay infront of it, laying her head on her paws. Besides all of the other things, the small areas around her eyes were stained dark with tears.