She's out and about, like she typically is. The medium sized black and tan dog with her two pointy ears tends to make her way around the various islands. No wings, at least not yet, although more often than not she is more than a little wet and smelling of damp dog. She does have a dry place to sleep, a couch, although the Dog doesn't feel the cold and doesn't need sleep.

She doesn't require food either, not that it is stopping her from sniffing the air near the bakery. A mark, he could be called, as she watches him exit the building and her famous nose catches scent of the items in his shopping. It is why she comes trotting forward, tongue lolling to one side, tail wagging happily. Feed a poor starving hungry dog, Wash?