[Silent_Wolf]

In another part of the city, a young man was sitting on a staircase, two odd creatures sitting with him. One was on his shoulder and had an odd, cute but secret smile that simply yelled that the thing had done something bad, and the other was sitting on the stair below him, waving back and forth to an unheard song.

"... I hate this city." The man sighed, leaning back a little. The creature on his shoulder nuzzled against his head.

"Mininiinini!" He looked at it as it continued to speak in its odd language, and sighed.

"Guess you're right, Frizz." He ruffled its fur, and winced as it bit him with wide, large, pointed teeth. "Okay, okay, no playing with your fur. Geez..."

Caramon had been living in the slums for most of his life. The two creatures with him, known commonly as Fuzzles, had saved his life more than once; and it appeared that either they understood him, he understood them, or he was crazy.