The Drawbridge

A male dog moved at a quick clip, his tail curled high over his back. He seemed to be headed straight for a stone castle, but suddenly the Jindo stopped short before the entrance with two paws on a giant drawbridge.

As his toenails clicked against the aged wood, Cash snorted in distaste at this obstacle before him. He quickly surveyed the dull water below out of the corners of his eyes, shaking his head irritably. Cash stomped a forepaw unto the aged wood, making the bridge creak omniously. From beneath his beige pelt, the muscles in his neck tightened.

When the repetive sound died out, Cash suddenly bolted across the bridge in a manner that make the entire structure creak violently. In his haste, he forgot to breathe as the bridge wobbled a little on an aged set of rusty orange chains. The racket fizzeled out long after the male had passed over the moat.