Day in the Streets

A cool breeze and cold concrete were constant conpanions. Beasties crowded the streets at this time of day, what with day ahift workers going back to their blocks and night ahift workers headed to their toils. Obscenities were exchanged, pockets picked, and more than a few shiners handed out. All in all it was a good day. Tailing a sizeable cluster of lizards and scalehide beasties was a moderately built brown wolf who looked as if ahe had been cut out of atone, face and all. She walked up to the group from behind as they were trudging to their worksite. They didn't notice her in the crowd. Two pieces of brass slid over her knuckles as she sent two of the scalehides to the ground with broken faces. By the time the others realized what was happening another two were down and the fancy lizard in the middle already had claws digging into his shoulder. "Alpha wants you to know that if you don't come through on the next drop you're gonna be a paor of snake boots. Make sense? Good." She said. And just like that, before the four workers on the ground could even recover, she was off. The gazes of the group darted around but came up a wolf short. The one with the button up shirt, Mr. Fancy, cursed and ushered the rest of his gang to hurry down the street.