How had he fared during the ice and snow last night? And the poison cloud today? The colony animals had the advantage of the shelters which gave them some modicum of protection, but Buddy had nothing, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
Maybe I’m underestimating his resourcefulness, Dakota thought. I’m sure he found a cubby hole or somewhere to escape the fog. And he’s got enough fur to keep him warm.
Dakota and Chip left the colony, heading south. Chip seemed ebullient as he walked next to him, almost skipping. He chatted about the projects that he planned to become involved in. Warren had introduced him to a number of the colonists, and through the introductions, Chip found areas where he could contribute. Howie ran in circles around them, sniffing the ground, tail wagging.