I walked through the busy streets, smiling at anyone who gave me a odd look or shied away from me. To them I looked like a bum, with my tattered black shirt and ripped jeans. My shoes were held together with tape at some places, and hadn't been polished in a few years. Actually, they'd never been polished. I yawned, reaching into my pocket to find some loose change. When the Humans had fled The City (As I now call it) they all took their money. Most of the the money I had in my pocket was taken from the bank vault, where the humans didn't have time to get their money.
"A orange?" I asked a street side merchant. He nodded as yes, then replied in a heavy Italian accent.
"That's gonna be $2.00" He said, reaching out eagerly for the money. I furrowed my brow, giving him a $5 bill and walking off. They both looked the same, and the merchant thought I was giving him a tip. No more fried boot for him tonight.
I leaned on the wall of a bank, right under the No-Loitering sign and begun to peel the skin off the orange. I didn't have much experience in this, and shifting into a wolf would attract a lot of attention. I had never mastered the half-shifting that others had, I just found it revolting. I was a wolf and a human, not a human-wolf. I took some of the slices off, putting one in my mouth and looking around. I hadn't had oranges in a long time, and my face stiffed up at the sudden sweetness.
