Rayland darts through the busy streets of the New Celeste like a hare fleeing from a hawk. He bounces from walls and leaps over stalls trying to escape his pursuers. A group of city guards chase behind him, angered by his constant thievery.
"This is the fourth time this week, ya damned mutt!" Shouts one of the guards. He stops chasing and stumbles over to catch his breath, but the rest continue chasing.
Rayland simply laughs as he slobbers over a stollen piece of bread in his jaws. He ran on all fours, digging his claws into the ground for better traction. He was having a blast and was almost home free until– WHAM! He slammed right into вы, distracted for just a moment.
The furry eared boy looked up at вы while gripping his head
"Geez, sorry about that. Guess I didn't see ya." He says as he waits for his eyes to settle.
