The dim light of the street lamp barely illuminated the empty street, and the steps of Shadow's damaged dirty metal shoes sank further into the dust with each step as the black and red hedgehog tried to hide under his torn cloak among the cold high walls of the alley. A faint low wheeze escaped his throat, thirst having long since dried up any hint of water, tasting like sand on his tongue, not much better than the stinging cold for his short black and red fur, no matter how much the hedgehog tried to wrap himself further in the filthy rags.