The Castle Hallways

A medium-sized canine burst into castle, his rapid pawsteps echoing loudly on the hard floors of the inner castle.

As limestone and iron flashed past the dog's eyes, Cash suddenly realised that the drawbridge was behind him now. He slowed, skidding to a halt in a bright patch of sunlight coming from a high glass window. The intense light bathed his fur in warmpth, helping him relax a little. He slowly backed out from the window's glare, squinting. He stopped just behind the patch of sunlight on the floor to take in the grandeur of the castle's interior.

Ever since he arrived in this abandoned wreck of a town, Cash hadn't seen a single mutt. Sure, he had found traces of some canid stench, suggesting some level of activity, but the scents were stale with time. He liked this, and his tail wagged a little at the possibility of having the area all to himself. All mine. He licked his jowls in a single, smooth motion.

Smacking his lips, Cash stood in in the castle's giant landing, pondering on which staircase to tackle. Raising his muzzle higher into the air, he tested the stale, musty space with twitching nostrils.