Anzu had to leave the house, her daughter needed milk, and her husband was too sick to be able to go and get it for them. She had put off leaving as long as she could, walking quickly her head pressed against the wind, her arms wrapped around her slender frame, to help shield herself against the cold she pressed on towards the tiny corner store. She cut down the alley, her black hair tangling around her eyes as she walked. She had to stop and brush it out of her big brown eyes.
Taking a short cut down the alley, she heard something rustling, as if something was hitting a trashcan. She wondered if it was a stray cat, nothing could survive out in this cold for long, deciding to investigate, taking a deep breath she looked over the side of the trash can. “Oooh you poor thing, don’t eat that it looks rotten it will make you sick!”
Her big brown eyes are furrowed with worry, it may have been a bit of a shock to see a fox-boy in the garbage can, but her motherly instincts take over right away. Maybe she can convince the poor thing to come home with her, he did not look as if he has eaten in days, and although they did not have much to spare, she could squeeze an extra portion or two out of what they did have.