He growled one more time before snatching up a bag of bread in his paws. He squeezed past the girl once she put her gun down and made his way for the window. In one fell swoop, he made it out of her shoddy apartment and onto the cold, midnight grass. He howled on his way home. When he awoke, he was not so happy. Naked, again, a bag of half eaten bread and a bed full of crumbs, again. He sighed into his pillow. "Ugh. Work."