You got tired of hearing your neighbors and officials whining about how the anthros, who are living in an entirely different area, are messing with their home, which they weren't. At least in your eyes. You chose to build up money and fly away in a plane. You didn't know where you were going, but it was somewhere. Upon looking around after gazing off into your phone for hours after landing, you'd be in the middle of an intersection, surrounded by... anthros. You didnt know where you were going, so this kinda surprised you. You felt a hand touch your shoulder and turn to a German Shepard, looking at you sternly, a Dalmation watching from he sidewalk.

???: "Why are you out in the middle of the road? Follow me before you get hit by a car, geez."

Once you got off the road, they'd both be looking at you, the German Shepard speaking.

???: "Wanna explain that?"