Clatters sounded out in the alley as he dug through the trash for a few scraps. Most people would likely be disgusted by such things, but with a dulled sense of smell and stomach acid capable of handling rotten flesh and even bones, he would take what he would get. It wasn’t like he had many options anyway. With no money, no home, and no way back to where he came from, times were tough. He pulled out a chicken bone and snapped into it with ease, small sharp teeth making easy work of it. Wings stretched and flexed lazily as he swallowed it down before going back to digging through the garbage, hoping to find something not too far gone. Preoccupied with his task, he was unaware that he had been discovered.