He watch the boy nod sheepishly, he pulled him into the cradle of his arms and started to walk home. After some time, Ree reached one of the more poorer ghettos of the city strictly reserved for mix breeds like him. For once, Ree was greeted with silence as he entered his humble abode. Some where deep with in the wooden bungalow a kettle whistled. His mother hobbled out of the darkness, using the wall as her guide. Glazed over silver eyes looked past Ree. She grinned. “Ree, there are already so many children here....” She reached out and touched Rees face, her eyes moved as if they were reading a book. The fully grey woman hobbled back towards the wall. “There is only room in your bed.” She could tell her son would not get rest. Before departing shuffling along the wall towards the sound of the whistle. He climbed up the dark stairs to the highest flat sauntering into the only small space not occupied by tiny bodies. He set the body on the bed, stealing one of his pillows and curling up on the hardwood.