Moonlitjunkyard

Munkustrap perched at the top of one of the junk piles, forcing himself to concentrate as he watched over his tribe, nose twitching as he tried to detect any strange scents on the breeze. Alonzo leapt up beside him, and Munkustrap relaxed slightly, greeting him with a smile as he nuzzled him quickly. “Anything new?” Alonzo asked, sinking into a crouch as he glanced curiously out at the horizon. Munkustrap shook his head, taking one last glance out at the Junkyard. “Nothing unusual. It’s been quiet today.” Munkustrap informed him. “Come find me if anything changes.” Alonzo nodded, his ears flickin