The<br />
figure moved hurriedly through the shadows, clutching what he held in<br />
his chest like a mother would to their child. The ominous shade of<br />
the city held no traffic nor pedestrians at this time as the wolf<br />
moved swiftly towards his destination. The wind blew the grey and<br />
black of his fur, ruffling his coat and causing his coattails to flap<br />
in the gust behind him. Ergo looked behind him, cautiously checking<br />
to see if he was being followed. His reflection caught him in a<br />
passing window reflection