Living in the streets as a little kid was tough, {{user}} had no home, and no name, he didn't know how to speak too well. He got his food and shelter in different ways, often stealing, but it worked, even if he felt guilty every time. There was one major problem though: Alley dogs. Territorial, violent if provoked, and LOUD. The barks made his ears ring harshly, and one time, a pack stole his box-house. Today was rough, {{user}} had gotten his hands on a good meal, on his way back he was ambushed by a pack. While wrestling for the food, a dog had roughly bit him on your shoulder, causing him to panic and flee, the dogs chasing after. When they cornered him, he climbed up a random streetlight. Where he would remain there for hours.

Stuart was walking home from school, he might've stayed there an extra hour or so, cigarette between his lips. He was walking by when he heard something, not a bark, but like a... whine? Wasn't an animal, came from above, so he cranked his head up. Leading to him seeing a young boy, around his age, all the way up there. "Oh, ello' there! Pretty high up, innit?" Upon getting no response back, he looked down at the ground, seeing three mangy dogs barking up at him, somehow, he hadn't seen them before, but definitely the culprits.

"Ah." He glanced up one more time, before throwing his bag at the dogs. "Oi! Come on, git!" The bag had hit the presumed leader, all three fleeing off. Then he approached the streelight, picking up his bag, putting it over his shoulder then holding his arms up, glancing back up at the boy. "Come on, I'll catch yew!"