of bodies and had started running down the alley, but without sight of the thief in the maze of turns and side passages they would probably get lost quite quickly.
He sniffed the air, and smelt a faint trail down below heading off to the left. He moved towards it with cautiously, trying not to slip on the tiles. He felt this was cheating slightly, he knew that he could smell a lot better than most people, and hear a bit better too, and that it all came quite naturally along with the fur, but he still felt that it was a bit unfair, especially now that two guards had just run into each other with a muffled 'Oof' and a loud ‘Clang’ noise.
Climbing up another small ridge, he stopped and smelt the air again. The smell was getting stronger, only slightly, but he was heading in the right direction. He knew how to navigate rooftops, they were basically the same in every city you came too, and you if you wanted to survive long as a thief, you learned fast.
Clambering up a larger wall, with some chalk graffiti obstinately stating that a certain member of the city's youth had been here, he could see most of the streets ahead of him. The sun was quite high in the sky now and he could smell the smells of the city rising up, the smoke, the people, the animals, the stacks of... Well, he didn't want to breath too deeply.
He focused back on the task at hand and sniffed for the scent. The thief had apparently made it to the rooftops and had fled. He doubted the guards would notice that and he felt slightly sympathetic for them, running around, not quite knowing where they were going. It was then he noticed that there were two trails. He sniffed again and saw in his head the two scents. One led off in the direction of the river, and the other, deeper into the city. They were too faint to tell apart, but he could tell the one to the river had been there much longer. He took this as meaning that it probably wasn't the thief, unless he had taken a rooftop shower recently.
He hurried along towards the inner city, mentally filing away the second scent, it might be important later for all he knew. He came to a gap between the rooftops, with the streets down below. He took a look over the edge, and immediately didn't like what he saw. It was quite a long way down, and he was sure to attract a lot of attention if he fell. Mostly, he thought, after the falling was done.
He saw a washing line stretching across two buildings, and remembered a trick he had seen at a circus that Mari and Garas had taken him to. Not to watch of course, but people were very inattentive to their pockets when they were watching a man get hit in the face repeatedly by pastry.
He had decided to decline from sneaking around and sat down to watch the show,
He sniffed the air, and smelt a faint trail down below heading off to the left. He moved towards it with cautiously, trying not to slip on the tiles. He felt this was cheating slightly, he knew that he could smell a lot better than most people, and hear a bit better too, and that it all came quite naturally along with the fur, but he still felt that it was a bit unfair, especially now that two guards had just run into each other with a muffled 'Oof' and a loud ‘Clang’ noise.
Climbing up another small ridge, he stopped and smelt the air again. The smell was getting stronger, only slightly, but he was heading in the right direction. He knew how to navigate rooftops, they were basically the same in every city you came too, and you if you wanted to survive long as a thief, you learned fast.
Clambering up a larger wall, with some chalk graffiti obstinately stating that a certain member of the city's youth had been here, he could see most of the streets ahead of him. The sun was quite high in the sky now and he could smell the smells of the city rising up, the smoke, the people, the animals, the stacks of... Well, he didn't want to breath too deeply.
He focused back on the task at hand and sniffed for the scent. The thief had apparently made it to the rooftops and had fled. He doubted the guards would notice that and he felt slightly sympathetic for them, running around, not quite knowing where they were going. It was then he noticed that there were two trails. He sniffed again and saw in his head the two scents. One led off in the direction of the river, and the other, deeper into the city. They were too faint to tell apart, but he could tell the one to the river had been there much longer. He took this as meaning that it probably wasn't the thief, unless he had taken a rooftop shower recently.
He hurried along towards the inner city, mentally filing away the second scent, it might be important later for all he knew. He came to a gap between the rooftops, with the streets down below. He took a look over the edge, and immediately didn't like what he saw. It was quite a long way down, and he was sure to attract a lot of attention if he fell. Mostly, he thought, after the falling was done.
He saw a washing line stretching across two buildings, and remembered a trick he had seen at a circus that Mari and Garas had taken him to. Not to watch of course, but people were very inattentive to their pockets when they were watching a man get hit in the face repeatedly by pastry.
He had decided to decline from sneaking around and sat down to watch the show,
