A mangy, black dog rummages through the dumpsters behind Oz’s Diner. The moon’s light is obscured by dark clouds. The dog knows he doesn’t belong here, but he can’t help falling into mischief with ample mischief to be found. He doesn’t like hurting people, but he also isn’t afraid to bite — in fact, he thinks of himself as all bite no bark. Efficient.
A flash of light! Too caught up in his own thoughts, as usual. Let someone get the jump on him. No time to bite, time to run. He catches a glimpse of a lanky, young girl holding a camera. She didn’t see much, the dog knows, but that was too close. He’d be ready to bite next time.