Tokyo Jungle: A Pomeranian's LifeIt was raining again, just like it did every few days. The rain fell fast and hard, viciously pelting everything that lived underneath the clouds. Today, the rainfall was particularly harsh. When night finally came, it only served to be an even greater obstruction of view, making it near-impossible to see anything through the thick veil of darkness and mist. However, that did not hamper the liveliness of the beings within the steel jungle of Tokyo. Even in such harsh conditions, the animals were moving, searching for protection, for mates, and for food. In a world where you could be killed at any moment, you had no choice but to keep moving.
One particular creature was the Pomeranian, the oldest of his family's sixth generation. His family had come to thrive quite well in the abandoned city, utilizing both their speed and their diminutive size to take down much larger opponents, from Beagles to Panthers. The Pomeranian's grandfather had been in control of the entire Shibuya Shopping Di