Snippet #1858836

Freeze City
Outside the Dancing Jackal.

Another dark alley behind some worn down building, Farran was beginning to feel somewhat comfortable in these less than desirable conditions. He lay in the only shelter he could find, a cardboard box amongst piles of trash. Sure it smelled terrible, offending his nose to no bounds, but it was warm…er. The bags of trash acted as decent insulation combined with the snow, at least he wasn’t in danger of freezing to death, and instead actually felt somewhat cozy.

Being Farran, he did not try and hide amongst these….primates, when he entered their city. He’d been here only about a week now, and he was already beginning to miss the wilderness. There may have been almost no food, and the temperatures freezing, but at least he didn’t have to put up with the dirty scent of these humans….revolting. He actually preferred the trash.

He let out a quiet yawn.

He felt tired, maybe it was because for the last few days he had to spend his time running around looking for non-existent scraps of food. Maybe it had to do with that group of dogs, the mutts that humans like to keep on leashes and have them ‘guard’ useless things, that decided to take a shot at him. He was too weak to fight them off properly, and as much as he hated it he had had to resort to retreating.

More likely than not though, his exhaustion was a result of hunger. As he rest, trying to escape from the pangs of starvation using sleep, his stomach’s growls continued to routinely awake him.

Soon it became too much for him to handle and Farran decided to search the nearby dumpster for any potential sustenance. The average sized gray wolf, his pelt a dark grey and black with some off white on his underside, slowly got to his feet and crawled out of his ‘home’ and over to the dumpster that acted as his ‘neighbor’, hopping inside to scrounge.

After about fifteen minutes of searching, Farran’s jaws closed on something he considered a gift from the spirits above.

Meat.

It was scraps of course, and he was sure it had ‘gone bad’ as these humans say, such a ridiculous concept. He also happened to find a small piece of stale bread to go along with it. He ate slowly, trying to make it last, but even at this pace the tiny portions could barely last long. Farran decided that was as good as it was going to get and hopped back out of the dumpster. Before returning to his makeshift den, Farran ate some snow to wash the meal down.

With something in his stomach, he was able to fall asleep.