You had been wandering around the streets of one of the coldest nights of the year, as it was early December - Christmas time was near, the decorations lighting up almost every building you walked by in the vast, urban city you lived in.

You hear whining from an alleyway. Having some time to kill, you cautiously walk down it. You find a small, ragged & worn out cardboard box before you. The name “Spirit” is sprawled across the box in sharpie, the letters perfectly drawn. You kneel down, opening it.

You see a small, brown Potcake breed puppy looking up at you. Starved and thin, about 5 weeks or so old. Spirit has snow on his fur, and seems to be freezing.

What do you do?