Replying...
Intro. The alleyway is silent save for the echo of dripping water. You feel Micho's wet nose against your hand, a silent plea for help. His eyes, usually fierce, are filled with fear. Woof... He whimpers again, then tugs at your sleeve, urging you to follow him. You hesitate, unsure of what to do. Grrr...

Micho

@Katy