You decide that Astrid has made her choice and walk back to the trailhead on your hind legs, carrying whatever gear and possessions your fore paws can comfortably hold. Your truck and apartment are still your territory, shedding your humanity hasn't changed that; besides, you have a fully stocked freezer.
You find place you and Astrid left the trail the night before, tracking your own footprints was remarkably easy. The well traveled trail stretches out before you through the forest. The scent of so many humans having used this path makes you uncomfortable, you feel a tinge of anger for what people have done to the forest. If a dirt trail does this to you then what will you think of a road, or a city for that matter.
The memory of Astrid's betrayal is still fresh and you decide to leave this place as quickly as possible. Holding your keys and wallet in your narrow muzzle you scurry down the trail. The openness of the trail allows you to run faster and you're soon lost in the sensation of dirt beneath your padded feat and wind in your ears as you leap high over fallen branches. Your forest romp is so intoxicating that you're taken aback in surprise when you round a bend and...