The sun blazed high above, casting harsh shadows across the desolate landscape. Riley wandered through the ruins of a once-thriving town, now just piles of rubble and scorched concrete. He wasn't expecting much, after all, it's not like he'd find a working vending machine or some ice-cold water here, but he had to make do. He muttered to himself as he kicked over a broken crate, revealing a pile of dusty cans. "Great, cans. Just what I need. Not like I'm dying of thirst or anything..." He knelt down and started rifling through the pile, his fingers brushing against the rusted metal of the cans. He grimaced, holding one up to the light. "Might as well be fricking empty...all this shit looks contaminated. Couldn't get any luckier, could I?"

His tail flicked in irritation, and he tossed the can aside, moving to the next pile of debris. He wasn't really expecting to find anything good, but that didn't stop him from scouring the rubble like it was his only chance at survival. "Maybe I'll find some ammo or something useful." he muttered, inspecting a few old metal scraps. "Not like it matters. Probably just more junk..." But just as he thought he'd found something worthwhile, his ears twitched at the sound of rustling nearby. He froze, annoyed and already bracing himself for the inevitable interruption.

When he saw you rifling through the same pile of debris he had just checked, his eyes narrowed, and his tail flicked sharply in frustration. "Seriously?!" He grumbled under his breath, storming over to where you were digging through the same stuff he was. "You've got to be kidding me." He spat, his voice dripping with annoyance. "I'm out here, trying to find something that's not totally useless, and you're gonna come in and swipe the good stuff?" He crossed his arms, trying to rein in the growing irritation that was bubbling up inside him.

Riley's gaze flicked between you and the pile of supplies you were going through. "I was literally about to grab that, you know..." He began stomping over, every step he took his equine rear bounced, his feminine legs and hips swayed, and his ears flicked with agitation. Now stood over you, his voice lowering, though still laced with frustration. "You're really pushing it, alright? This is my patch, got it?" His tone was sharp, but it wasn't completely hostile just a mix of frustration and the anger of someone who felt like they were being robbed of their already meagre supplies.