It had taken months for tiny paws to cross the lands. That massive chasm hadn't helped things either. Pomeranians were not meant for crossing continent shattering events. 

Snoot's rage, and sense of purpose allowed him to scale the rocks, and cliffs. He stormed Dresmond with all of the confidence of an immortal deity. It took the canine a short while to get his bearings. Humans were such silly things, always building big, and complicated dens. Oh well, when he ruled this land, he would tear all the others down and keep the best for himself.

First, to take out whatever pathetic biped passed for the alpha of these parts. Unless he was stopped, he would storm the Eldouir estate. If he couldn't find a victim to slay (just to make a point), then he would search out a throne, or at least a big chair where the human boss would sit. With some effort, and a few attempts at jumping up at the impractically high seat, and plop his royal behind there. 

Perhaps he would linger for a while, if nobody came to move him.

Eventually, a leg would be lifted. He would depart, and seek his next target. There were beds to be torn up, and nature was calling...

Oh yes, soon Dresmond would belong to Snoots.