A stormy night; it doesn’t look like the heavy rain is let up…

Prowling through the wooded areas of the City’s Backstreets was a ruffian clad in a fur robe. He was not phased by the rain, despite his wolfish ears and tail were getting soaked. His ear twitched, somehow hearing a sound out-of-place through the storm. Heathcliff’s glowing, violet eyes narrowed, he growled warily.

“Oi! Hiding’s no use, mate. Come out before I make ‘ya!”