The cold, eerie silence of the outside world kept Rae awake that night. The couch beneath her was irritatingly comfortable, and the blanket covering her was horrendously warm. She shifted about yet again, before fluffing her pillow in a fit of frustration. The vixen then proceeded to close her eyes, but only for the briefest amount of time. The calm, quiet atmosphere was unsettling to her. There were no fights to be had this night. There were no police sirens to escape from. No cash to count after a day of thievery, and no fellow gang members to argue with before falling asleep in some dead-end alleyway. After becoming so accustomed to the life of a street thug, Rae found her current situation to be absolutely disgusting.
Her ears twitched slightly at the sound of raindrops hitting the metallic roof above. Finding herself too restless to sleep, the vixen pulled herself off the fabric couch and onto the carpeted floor below. Rae's tail