A small wolf trotted through the streets, looking halfstarved as the rain thundered down on it. Its blue-green eyes were dulled, reflecting sadness and hunger. It sniffed at a trash can, running when a woman appeared out of nowhere and threw a pan at it. It sank to the ground in the back of an aley not far from the mansion, exhausted, wet, and hungry. It howled to the sky, letting all its frustration and sorrow fill its voice. It stopped halfway through, coughed up blood and fell into a shallow sleep.